{Looking from one end of the long hallway.}
Yesterday, all day long I thought of deleting my flickr account for no reason in particular. This Friday morning as the sunbeams flick about the room, I am not so sure I shall.
Do you ever think such impulsive thoughts and act upon them, making a rash decision to remove whole branches from one tree?
Wanting to delete my entire profile may well stem from feeling spread too thin. Maybe it is because I can’t doctor the page layout as I would like. Maybe it has just been too long in the one space. Or maybe it is just another thing to keep going, keep up with. Maybe such thoughts are telling me I actually need to invest in other projects. I am not sure. I may still click ‘delete profile’. Then again I may not.
One space I have yet to grow tired of is this space. With name pulled from a line of text featured in a book of postcard collages by Rebecca Horn (All These Black Days — Between), this space still proves a comfortable and somewhat orderly space to deposit my thoughts and hopes, my comings and goings, alongside a sprinkling of visuals from both desktop and day.
Thank you, all of you, for taking the time to pass by here.
{Night time photos, all golden and confused. Hello Olive! Hello Omar!}
