Chrichton
the ferry we came in on sounded like a dieing sea monster, that doesn't sound good does itwill commented. no it doesn't. i coud see tim standing on the edge of water in his long tattery coat. 'that will be one of them' i thought to myself. when…
Still I am obsessed with things.
Up before the others today I woke in the front room with the remains of last night's dinner on the huge folding wooden table beside me. Candles clean plates, some leftovers of Maria's lentils and Oliver's potatoes in the big pots, the stunningly…
Notes from a small island
The others have been urging me to write a journal entry for the past several weeks and honestly, I don't think I have been ready to write anything down until now. Since I arrived here on February 20, I have been bombarded with stimulation and…