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Wednesday, February 24, 2010

And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same when I'm rushing on my run and I feel just like Jesus' son, and I guess that I just don't know.

Leon Diaper

Isn't the final picture just amazing? The colours, the amusing paganism of it all.
Leon Diaper has really managed to capture a beautiful moment there.

"And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing."

- Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweatheart.