Created using Moku Hanga for iPad. My shiba inu, Karinoe.
Madness will push you anywhere it wants. It never tells you where you’re going, or why. It tells you it doesn’t matter. It persuades you. It dangles something sparkly before you, shimmering like that water patch on the road up ahead. You will drive until you find it, the treasure, the thing you most desire.
You will never find it. Madness may mock you so long you will die of the search. Or it will tire of you, turn its back, oblivious as you go flying. The car is beside you, smoking, belly-up, still spinning its wheels.
“She was vengeance incarnate. She was a piece of something eternal and elemental. She would have made a brilliant banana-republic dictator or medieval religious despot.”
—Kate Christensen, The Astral
Tatiana Bitir, views of Paris: http://redstarcafe.wordpress.com/2007/12/27/paris-rencontres/
Haiku: Yu Chang
Snapped with my little Coolpix during the 2008 market meltdown.