an empty stage

This blog was formerly called hooey: full of blatherskite, bosh, claptrap, double-talk, flapdoodle, drivel, pishposh, rubbish, twaddle; gibberish, babble, Greek, jabber, jabberwocky, nonsense, skimble-skamble. now, it's more like an empty stage around here. feel free to wander around the wings. don't trip on any props.

Wednesday, January 07, 2004

it's almost like being there

Jean Dubuffet, "Le Jardin d'Hiver"

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