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Asphalt knows I’m thinking about you – your reflections glistening in the shards of broken glass, your hands caught in a fragment of cement, your smile lost in a pebble on the ground. The drink in my hand rumbles and groans, demanding to be refilled. People fill the pub from all sides and all walks … Continue reading
Nothing is more vacuous than a blank page. Cavemen knew this. On walls glistening with the birth of creation, they feared the emptiness of a cavern. So they painted. Using animal hides as outstretched palettes, ruby blood as paints, and thoughts dripping with human ingenuity, cave walls became murals and history became an artwork. This … Continue reading
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