Anarchaia

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

04nov2007

P1010775

I need a chorus, a theme
Something to make all this tie together and make sense
But for now I got no chorus and no theme
I keep running off to someplace that I’ve never been
To do something quite unimportant, to stay out of sight
So people other places might think that I’m somewhere
Doing something quite important
— Dan Bern, Anger

Strange Creatures

Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk
Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work.
Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?
You looked a little burned out, my friend,
I thought it might be up to me
— Bob Dylan, Up To Me