technicolor (15sec)
vivid dressed persons in their technicolor homes: living monotones?
vivid dressed persons in their technicolor homes: living monotones?
At four years, when she asked, “Why do birds sing?” I realized how old I’d become. I mean, really, when was the last time I conceived a question so fundamental?
Earlier on it wasn’t so much that she didn’t care; it’s just that it didn’t matter. She had more than enough.
On we paraded to and fro,
My soul recognizes your soul.