Sunday, 7 December 2008

secret garden.

and here it is. the left alone. the reused. and defused. i love the old. the lost. the left behind. found objects give me goosebumps. it's in my backyard. parkdale you have given more than i thought you would. with your distance and shitty apartments, you've given me a sense of place. i grew up with the old, i'll die in the old. i'll keep my life in that box with hidden treasures deep in the ground for someone else to find when i'm long gone.

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