Eerie beauty

Why commute home at all? When conversation is that meaningful or the journey so long, why not lay down in that blanket before us, talking long into the night…

Because a life that is just work is cold. It is the blanket that chills your bones and heart. Its softness becomes hard ice, its grip eventually causes you to fall and its cushion from really living melts away into nothing.

Posted by ShoZu


~ by commutertheology on February 5, 2009.

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