April 2012
66 posts
"Cascade Bluebird"
When I was a little boy I asked my mother why I could see her but not myself. She couldn’t give me an answer. The answer, as I see it now is that I’m not supposed to be my own narrator. How can I possibly narrate whilst I’m experiencing my life? I would never want to know where I go next, or how I’m getting there. How the sun will look by day and the moon by night in my next destination. Who will...
