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Forestry in our dreams.
23 Feb 2007 06:18 pm9
When I miss London, I think about the forests, the woods that seem to change between each visit. Wild dogs, empty pools by the cemetery. And the trees. Once upon a time I joined a group that went around looking for the oldest tree tops, trying to discover the differences. I would go home and try to draw them but all that came out were these muddy rorschachey ink splotches. Now i look at the few that got scanned in… Read More