Observing the observer in the randomness within the repetitious ramblings of other random, repeating, rambling obscure observers [formerly, treetrunkproductions.blogspot.com].
22 April 2009
Weave
I don't know what motivates me. Patterns emerge after the passage of time, when I can create a Persian rug of my thoughts. In any one moment, I only seek change. Is that enough? I'm too tired to dare answer that question tonight. Let dogged lies sleep.
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