|Just like a real landscape its mood changed with the changing light.|
|From words to ideas and stories, from books to hills, from the physical to the philosophical|
|Seek and you shall find|
Go on take a look. No, the other side. Climb on the plinth and look through the binoculars.
I cant see anything...Oh, ha ha. Ohh...
|What you lookin at?|
|Just what is is hes looking for what does he see?|
How I grinned.
|Book rage aftermath!|
1000000 cuts of books,
100 cuts of self,
1000 profanities uttered,
400 books mutilated in the name of art ( they weren't very good books)
and a lot of time.
|This is not good for my health.|
Was it all worth it? What was the point? Whats the point in anything?