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Blind man on a canyon’s edge of a panoramic scene. Maybe I’m a kite that’s flying high and random, dangling on a string; or slumped over in a vacant room, head on a stranger’s knee. I’m sure back home they think I’ve lost my mind.
The Junkyard
This is a tumblelog, kinda like a blog but with short-form, mixed-media posts with stuff I like. Scroll down a bit to start reading, or a bit more to read more about me.
