February 21, 2011

Speaking About Politics


Sometimes when you’re in a room with a bull, and you’re holding a piece of red fabric, the only thing you can think to do is wave the fabric around.

Dog barking just to hear his own echo.

In Lisbon, where the sky and water are beautiful.

Thinking about everything again.

Wondering how people will speak of us, after we are gone.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

...and how other species will think about us long after we are all gone.