Ask me where I'm looking, my answer plays the same tune. I say I'm watching the clouds move, I'm stargazing at noon. A sort of daydream? Well, I'm dreaming all the time until the stars are all that's left, Admiring an arcadian pantomime in my eyes and disregarding my self-indulgent lies.
Now draw a map in the stars so you know where you're going. Chart your way by those shy lights you see when you evade their conventions. And on another mundane evening the city bustles so bright that you've lost your plot in the sky and fall in line with the sound of a business… Continue reading Cartographer