The real ones. The backwards ones. I buried them. All over. That’s the secret. From Yellow Gap Trail in Pisgah National Forest to Abiquiu, New Mexico, I buried my notebooks.
Hit hard, and good things will happen. That is all.
And for a little while I held onto my weird bond with the dead artist. But – (shockingly) – it turns out leaning on Leonardo DaVinci for reassurance of how totally and completely not-weird I was, was a terrifically bad strategy. And before long the instinctive childlike kinship I initially felt with Leonardo was a source of confusion and something almost approaching self-scolding in and of itself. Because only DaVinci is DaVinci.
Ethan ♥ [Tear Down the Wall] –let your memories grow stronger and stronger, till they’re before your eyes– August 29, 2008: “I know you’ll always love me no matter what. … Continue reading The Call
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It’s amazingly catchy, once it starts and there’s nothing to interrupt it. One short, simple loop. One short, simple question.