“The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.”

“We stumble through memory and youth like tourists in a forgotten town.”

What is it you would like to say?
 Say it, for this is the world’s end.

Reflections and realities

Look! These are just the fringes of his ways; Only a faint whisper has been heard of him!

In the quiet before the day begins in Santa Fe, Today truth stirs like restless horses.

Since I'm feeling wordless today, here is a look at an illustration I produced.