I tell stories from life fragments -
arranging reality flat upon the page
until it shows signs of order.
Recently, the process has been here in this public space.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Jules life had become a frantic search - a pursuit for an ever-increasing hoard of meaningless shapes and curves - an insane dash toward a finish line that more than likely did not even exist. If some sort of closure did exist, it was certainly nothing to rush towards.