A little hook I drop into the sea. Sometimes to catch a little fish, sometimes a doodle, a sketch or a photograph. I'm fishing art here.
Tuesday, June 13
I read a poem or a page of a random book when i lie on bed. I like to pick any page by flipping them randomly. Many time i read the same things. I call it my horoscope. Iit always tells me something, I'm sure, or else how difficult do you think it is to build associations? This is what i found today:
Night Fishing A shorelamp drops its lighted tackle. On the hook no fish-snout spin. Night fishing sad as night rain alone as the mind before the dreams crowd in.