Where do things go? Things are almost here one moment and then they are gone the next. Disappeared. Turned into something else. To be remembered obliquely. But only as the shadow of what never actually quite was.
Dispatches from the teahouse
Where do things go? Things are almost here one moment and then they are gone the next. Disappeared. Turned into something else. To be remembered obliquely. But only as the shadow of what never actually quite was.