As I was working on finishing up my last essay for the year (done now, yay!!), this burnt sun glazed the trees outside and left a bright pattern on the wall behind me.
I love the quality of light. You can stand in it and it becomes you, it hugs you but you can’t touch it. I also think light is our best metaphor for beauty; just as beauty is a trick of the mind, light is a trick of the eye and is one of our greatest joys.
That was really beautiful, Tyson…..wait, you’re tricking me, right? :P
Did someone fart?
> light is our best metaphor for beauty; just as beauty is a trick of the mind, light is a trick of the eye and is one of our greatest joys.
You know i think i said the same thing at 3.00am Sleaze ball 2002 .. bizzare.
Prrrrrrrrfffffffffffffft!
Tammy – Thanks. I’m still waiting for a comment that doesn’t link back to your drug-addled past / present / future.
I dont know what you mean Tyson, i dont even remember my past to comment on it .. accurately.