Mostly automatic stream of consciousness...the kind of writing I learned from an excercise in my 8th grade english class in which we kept our pens moving for five minutes with out pausing...examining life...the state of the world...getting by on a tight budget...persuing interests in architecture, art, economics and trying to cobble out a life worth living.
lundi, février 20, 2006
They were very poorly clad and some of the children had practiclly nothing. They haven't even any cooking utensils. In February all of them took sick with bad colds. They've lived on moose meat since last summer; sometimes a little flour. No tea or tobacco. Two hundred horses died...
phote taken with my lovely mini dv camera
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