Deep it
Don't you find that time travels so swiftly when you are deepening thought, perhaps working out a new idea for some drawings, or a new set of sketches that would fit into a story and by time going quickly I mean walking further than you thought you have walked and you realise you missed your turning.
Waiting for a change, waiting for a miracle. It is I that must change, it is I that must show the words, they do not have the meaning that will change the world, they are not a miracle, they are, like the toad said, a diversion. Or was it a frog, I forget, all I know is something different is needed and it is up to me, who else is there?
