
Vanishing Points
Nothing beside remains. Round the decayof that colossal wreck, boundless and barethe lone and level sands stretch far away… – … Continue reading Vanishing Points
Nothing beside remains. Round the decayof that colossal wreck, boundless and barethe lone and level sands stretch far away… – … Continue reading Vanishing Points
I no longer feel as though I am walking on the moon; I am back on the good Earth. Continue reading Walking on the Moon
Here endless trickles count what comes to be and grain by grain the runnels decimate Eternity. … Continue reading Time in the Flinders Ranges