The thousand times he had proved it meant nothing. Now he was proving it again.

“He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights, nor contests of strength, nor of his wife.”

Every day is a new day...

Sit with me and watch me make some art

Now is no time to think of what you do not have...

shadow jams for the connective tissue of the soul

Can music save our mortal soul?