Strange concepts;
parallel hearts
not necessarily in love – but knitted with purpose.
These streets and buildings turn us inside out,
put rot in our heads.
We are solid in our bones and in our ways.
Sinking
beneath
the fold
and separating at Atlas C1.
Trying to conceal our humanity
with vanity.
Do not forget how it’s done
-living-
You can borrow my pen if you need to understand
the anatomy of ink.
M.
Color of outdoors blog 
Say anything.