It’s difficult to go on knowing you’re out there somewhere / Vacant parking lots across the street remind me I’m going nowhere (Whiskeytown)

„Friede sei mit dir!“ sprach er. „Ruhe selig mein Vater, zur Nacht! Siehe, ich wache und sorge für deine Glieder, während du sorglos den Pfad des Trostes dahinziehen magst …“ (Thomas Mann) Looking at a looking glass running out of time / On a face you used to know / Traces of a future lost […]

Another year of roving & rambling. Another year of looking for that something I don’t know when it started years ago nor do I know yet. Another year of searching & finding … Searching for that glowing light in someone else mostly at the dark end of the street … swimming upstream down oceans of […]