I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” Source: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot I line my spoons on
It’s complicated, really, but so much is defined by the presence of a garage. Here is a stand-alone, connected by a breezeway, single-car with storage;
Divergent perspectives reveal solemn truths pieced together snapshots examine disconnect individualism promotes autonomy only when in balance with community. (For Reena’s Exploration Challenge which features
Public displays seldom tell-all, Vanity figures performance called for – a ruse to make the hordes pander. Clearly fault lies with us, audience fuelling rhetoric, lapping up the hate.
My memory of you – distorted by childish exuberance – distant and disinterested Translated vacant eyes through the lens of my needs child that I
I know what infinity means: it’s one hundred plus one. Voice of innocence serene her sense of self of life’s complexities. Should borrow from her,