More specifically concerning: direction
15 May 2004, around 18.56.
a Turkish winter
The Sacred Font
26 June 2004, around 18.48.
and other puzzles
sense of direction
27 November 2007, around 22.48.
Begin to move in one particular way rather than another; whither that tends unknown. Looking for the clew; no minotaurs. Reminds me of that Turkish Night, all angles and crossed wires. I misremember. Miss remembering, not but that madness that way lies – or tells the truth. Should stop playing with words like that; hurts […]