collector: (a song for altair)
the fuckface who holds time itself in his hands ([personal profile] collector) wrote in [community profile] luministi 2010-07-14 07:21 pm (UTC)

Before I decided that I much preferred the company of my tea and my bed rather than the outdoors, I was considering trying to map the points where the topography curves in on itself. The points where things meet in very non-Euclidean ways.

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