By extension, vicariously, I return to this musty, decomposing blog. Let's hope on in rewards come. I'm dreaming of ginger & toffee cookies while watching chunks of pebble & marblized meat skim off the surface of my skin, slough off into misty floors. Who knows why we do the things we do?
Vincent van Gogh wrote, "We must accept the reality of our fate, and that's that." Who was that painter? I tend toward Gauguin in style, but am charmed by philosophy. A pity I lost my polaroid. For here I would slide in a picture of a Moto Guzzi. Time to gargle and promenade.
