Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
ATC: Born in Roscommon
the photo is of a gravestone and I used a map of Ireland for the background: notice the orange section right next to the photo is Roscommon. The skull is a stamp I carved.
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