you know what they say about this place… be careful with these streets if you don’t want to become a dreamer.

for tiff a brand new axe and more things to come

Happy Birthday Poopie!

deep breaths to say deep words, i miss you terribly.

i need you to come back for your herd of clouds.

they decided to follow me and to settle in my sky.

by the way, there’s red wine all over my walls now…

project that never was… ellipse 3d

when I was a kid, there was a big water buffalo living in the vacant lot at the end of our street, the one with the grass no one ever mowed. He slept most of the time, and ignored everybody who walked past, unless we happened to stop and ask him for advice. Then he would come up to us slowly, raise his left hoof and literally point us in the right direction. But he never said what he was pointing at, or how far we had to go, or what we were supposed to do once we got there. In fact, he never said anything because water buffalos are like that; they hate talking.

This was too frustrating for most of us. By the time anyone thought to ‘consult the buffalo’, our problem was usually urgent and required a straightforward and immediate solution. Eventually we stopped visiting him altogether, and I think he went away some time after that: all we could see was long grass.

It’s a shame, really, because whenever we had followed his pointy hoof we’d always been surprised, relieved and delighted at what we found. And every time we’d said exactly the same thing – ‘How did he know?’

this picture and text is obviously not mine, this is an extract from shaun tan’s – tales from outer suburbia… one of my favorite books [if not my favorite] .

*sighs* i wish he moved to my street, but i guess it’s too cold for buffalos.