Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)


The Door on your Left

Well I’ve been where you’re hanging,
I think I can see how you’re pinned:
When you’re not feeling holy,
your loneliness says that you’ve sinned.
— Leonard Cohen, Sisters of Mercy

world tree

To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late
— Pete Seeger, Turn, Turn, Turn