It was midnight and I was still doing the dishes after an hour and a half. I was tired and near giving up after two days of little sleep and constant activity. But washing these dishes I could handle, they were something that could be defeated. It was a war, and I was killing vast battalions of plates, and deadly divisions of forks with my ( Read more... )

Solitary mass ( Read more... )

This place is crazy and so lonely. I have three candles and the gentle roar of the woodstove as my company. I’m here in October, but I can still hear the sadistic buzz of mosquitoes. Such a difference it is to be up here rather than down in the busy streets, the glow of neon and the bustle of people who haven’t a minute to loose. Time is money ( Read more... )