This is why I’m afraid of my own hands. I made a complete muck out of a perfectly pristine page and then made an attempt to hide the obvious by cutting strips out of nature photos I printed months earlier and glued them on the page.
Hidden prose:
"do not wake the trees, do not wake the night. tread carefully if you must, you are like the word phantom. melt into the earth, be one with the air. heavens save you, go! away into the melting darkness. forget the moon (not even the stars), they are not of this earth. the fireflies know—heed them. when you finally find the harbour, do not breathe a word. until the sea takes you in her arms, not even a word, not even your name. you are a traveller now with nary a past trailing behind you like a cloak."
Posted by heliophobus on 2011-02-09 13:18:37
Tagged: , scrapbook , moleskine
