a virtual space of one's own
When i search my heart I find that there’s a rather strange complex of anger and frustration... at the world... for its dogged insistence on changing everything so damn much, so damn always. I feel some grief, some despair at all the time and energy I spent trying to make sense of things that have since un-thinged themselves. what was all that FOR?
visakan veerasamy • a virtual space of one's own
fear of change