Looking for fragments that make sense in an incomprehensible world.
Sunday, 19 August 2012
my escapology. This time to the picnic that marked the end of another festival (it seems that I have inadvertently become a festival person, but hey you have to love them, don't you), not far away from my little black shoe box (see previous post for explanations regarding the shoe box). And guess what? The picnic and the concert at the picnic finished so early, I actually had time to make it to another concert, at another festival, back in my little town.