January was the prelude, the opening. February was the scene where the story line really began to take place and the characters began free falling into the plot. March? March is almost over. March has been a minute of rest, the whispered conversation of philosophy embedded inside the chaos, and also the moment when you realize that a lot of time passed when you weren’t looking.
A good book and a no-name folk band can pause time, but not long enough for time to stop.
Posted on March 22, 2007