Looking for moments that make sense in an incomprehensible world.
Thursday, 10 March 2011
It is just before 9 pm. You sit on your bike. It is dark and cold. The temperature is just about on the right side of zero. You arrive at the gallery, certain that you will escape the cold and the wind. You step into the hall. Wave hello to Tao. Say hello to a few other peeps. Enter the gallery... and you are back in the wind... Does Tao not realise it is winter?