Looking for fragments that make sense in an incomprehensible world.
Wednesday, 12 October 2011
for a dream (as my friend would say). Or fishing for a compliment. Or fishing for a reflection. Of fishing for money. Or that elusive feeling. Or food. Or recognition. Or happiness. Or love. Or a smile behind those tears. Or just sitting on the beach, without a fishing rod and gazing into space as the sun goes down.