a faithful picture of me by armando and the boy's feet and paintpots

i giorni scivolano lenti tra pioggie torrenziali e soli d'africa
soli
soledad
solitude
s'appelle ce tableau.

and i wonder what these days will give birth to
what are people doing out there?
questceque vous faites, les gens, dans le monde?

i cant believe i still lapse into the syd barrett phase after all these years. because ive lived 100 years you know. and then none at all.

slipperyslope
and yellowstainedfingers
and strangerstares
and pizzasaucedrippingoodness
and wonderingwheretheworldwent

how is the beach in australia right now, with its winter tides?