Saturday, April 28, 2012
Peter Pain, unwelcome house guest
There you are, thinking, well, thinking something as opposed to nothing as you are doing right now, and you discover life has other plans. I thought I was being still. It seems stillness is a matter of degrees. I have much to learn. It is beautiful Los Angeles weather for dolce far niente.
Peter Pain, alarming nemesis from the Sunday funnies of my childhood. Called to mind (so to speak, which will tell you the state of synapses):
"Indiana Jones, I always knew one day you'd come walking back through my door..."
"Raiders of the Lost Ark"
Talk amongst yourselves. xoxo