in very vivid colours

on a train with some strange fruit.
Make stuff, make poetry, make art. Make, make. It’s going to save you.

The best artists keep evolving, letting go of their past work.

Have you ever felt this way?

The poor anteater suffers from my trials.

I was listening to Affirmations by the Vedanta Society.

Those who know me, know how excited I have always been about growing old. I cannot stop celebrating the middle ages! But trust the anteater to throw a damper on my happiness –


