Maybe no one can distinguish which voice is god’s voice sounding in a summer dusk, because he calls with the same rising frequency, the same rasp and rattling rustle the cicadas use as they cling to the high leaves in the glowing dust of the oaks.
Interests I acknowledge my status as a stranger:Inappropriate clothes, odd habits out of sync with wasp and wren
Favorite Books Umberto Eco
Favorite Movies French New Wave Jean-Luc Godard's New Wave film Breathless (1960)
Favorite Music Frank Vincent Zappa Igor Fyodorovich Stravinsky