28 March, 33 years ago. I was born.
I thought of putting photos of my childhood, but I felt it too personal.
As one I came, and as one I will someday go.
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (1953).
all things merge into one, and a
runs through it.
The river was cut by the
flood and runs over rocks from the basement of
On some of the rocks are timeless
Under the rocks are the
and some of the words are theirs.