the breaking in of the gifts

a pristine page unwrapped and untouched ready to be pounced upon with pencil or ink or careful strokes of both inhaling the scent of parchment imagined papyrus dreamed of soaps wrapped too closely time for desecration (just realised that this is the sixth to last piece of this crazy year long project. my god. it really is quite astounding on so many levels that this has come full circle, all things considered. let’s see if we can make these final few really count, hmm?) Continue reading the breaking in of the gifts