the mystic privacy one can be so proud of has no alphabet of noise or meaning to the people outside.
by michael ondaatje "coming through slaughter". via airform archives
Night Traveling, Day Dreaming, while Mapping my Escapisms, Tracing Love
by michael ondaatje "coming through slaughter". via airform archives
Posted by Moon River at 8:24 PM
Labels: Lines that make me ponder
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