Lonely hotel rooms with red striped awnings and a cloud of tungsten light filtering in through my window.
I’m in Amsterdam tonight. It’s a Tuesday. Tomorrow I go to print my book on the Gold Coast. I suppose it’s been a long time coming… 4 years to be exact. I should be elated, however in the light of recent events, I just want to crawl under a rock and hide for a while.
Waiting for the sun to come up. Hoping Apollo brings with him a wind of change.
"I discovered in love, through the very mechanism of love, what the absence of love had prevented me from perceiving. For me, the metaphysical spirit was reborn from love. Love was its source, and I hope never to leave this enchanted forest."
"I had already found that it was not good to be alone, and so made companionship with what there was around me, sometimes with the universe and sometimes with my own insignificant self; but my books were always my friends, let fail all else."