Time |
There is a clock on my mantelpiece, another rests above the piano. Scattered throughout my life, time reminds me that he is there, fleeting. The only question that he keeps asking is what I will do wi... Posted by on Tue, 08 Dec 2009 13:19:00 GMT |
journals from space entry 1. |
Here I am. Is anybody out there? Can anyone hear me?...nothing. Day after day it's been the same response for weeks, months, years maybe. I've lost track. Time doesn't pass in space. Sure I have compl... Posted by on Thu, 20 Aug 2009 22:47:00 GMT |