Sunday, July 3rd, 2011
the Kentucky stoneway
One last photo from the road before we hit Bloomington, IN … .
A week ago I was on a plane, eastward bound. I have no idea what I did a year ago, but I know with great clarity that ten years ago I was on my way to being asleep in the small second bedroom in an aquaintance’s hotel suite in Ulm. Both seem at various times to have been a lot longer ago, and not nearly so long ago at all. Or to have taken place in a completely different reality and time.
Time is (and definitely seems) relative, indeed.