Donner's a mess—grazing on the wrong shrooms again. She's let a little spider make a web in her antlers and won't let me touch it. "At least it's real," she says. "It is what it is. What are we? Freaks. Genetic meatloaf. Reindeer who can sing and dance."
Whether I am creating images, music or web designs I find the journey to be one of inner illumination.
Given to the frost our fragile cities / bright with banners, dance, & brilliant song / offered up in sunlight.