Night Traveling, Day Dreaming, while Mapping my Escapisms, Tracing Love
Marco Polo to Kublai Khan in the 'Invisible Cities' by Calvino
Lines that make me ponder,
"Surreal stories about places that make no sense" sounds like life at times. Where are we really? -In-between one moment or thought. Even when we think we are this person we are already becoming that other.
have you heard about "The Secret"?
What secret, Moon?
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