As the World Turns

February 28, 2005

The world in motion.

The world at rest under the watchful eye of the moon. 

O Moon, how I wish I still hadn't left you behind in LA when I moved. You and Sun were two of my greatest theatrical creations. Now I fear that you lean forgotten and dusty in a corner. How many pinhole images could you have been a part of if only I'd valued you enough to pack you among my trinkets and socks? If I take nothing else from your loss it's that I must treat my creations well, or they will become little more than regrets.

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