Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Point, prints and push.

1. At the first stroke, the sharp new point on my pencil pops and crumbles into a tiny constellation, black on white.

2. Dry morning. No-one in sight. Dew wet footprints on the path get fainter step by step.

3. One last push late at night to finish my day's proofreading.

Recos, guitar and curls.

1. The time has come to finish up, but we're still swapping podcast recommendations. 2. The call comes -- his guitar has arrived at the ...