Name
A sound symbolizing a semblance of a story, a life unknown except by some, who each hold pieces but never understand the sum of what it attempts to define.
February 3, 2004
Wellington, New Zealand
Joe
Joe walks in, enters in the room, full of people, the room is full, and he wants to get out, leave the space, stuffy and dry with no way out, and no way into their lives, all strangers, to each other, and to Joe, who knows, not even himself.
February 3, 2004
Wellington, New Zealand
Rivendell
They have sailed to the
Undying Lands
Away I stand
A whisper of life
Where the evening star
Once dwelt, no more
Just trees, plants, and
Streams, no sign
Merely shadows
February 3, 2004
Kaitoke Park (Rivendell), New Zealand
