March 26, 2016

i'm replaying images of the past,
like a film reel they go round.  each
time i refine and re-live the scenes.

reality without a mask is too much
to take in all at once.  the slits are an outlook.
imagination adds dimension.

my veiled visage is watching,
sensing.  perception is everything.
don't you see? her...reality?
                                                               chantal linnaeus

March 14, 2016

"shadows are a bit  detached"  he said.  "we are lonely in the city.  there is no one to talk to.  one can talk to the other shadows i suppose.  but we are also absent flesh and blood, and there is nothing to hold on to."
                                                                         early james