All the days that brought me here
Have evaporated, amount to nothing
But a cosmic blip,
And yet today unfurls
Before me like an infinite
Obsessed with doodling in my moleskines (small) and writing in my moleskines (large). One creative endeavor leading to another. The creative space requires a lot of room, both internally and externally. I’ve cleared my desk of all non-creative things. Onward and outward I (and we) go.
Vote Quimby. Sent from my iPhone