There is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.
(originally written 2004-2005) Chapter 3 Dreams The rest of the day went as usual and the evening just as well. I left the dock when the sun went behind the buildings and I could no longer paint with any natural light. My back was sore from sitting on the stool for eight hours after lunch,…
Jorenko’s in Germany on a business trip, attending a trade show. He spent today being a tourist and send me some pictures. Behold the open-index goodness.
(originally written late 2004) Chapter 2 Patience The rest of the evening was uneventful. I was thankful for this, though to whom I do not know. Did I believe that the river was a god to worship? It seemed so primitive after all my education abroad to think that a river, a body of water,…
(Originally written in late 2004) Chapter 1 The Chase The river was beautiful. It was as clear as filtered and processed water, but it was natural. The sky reflected perfectly making it the brightest blue. Not even the riverbed could dirty the water. The water flowed smoothly in some places, and had small rapids in…
Base, two houses, one central raised platform. Two window seats near the ceiling to come. Warning: crappy phone picture quality.