Monday, August 29, 2011

A Time And A Place

No single thing abides; but all things flow.
Fragment to fragment clings-the things thus grow
Until we know and name them. By degrees
They melt, and are no more the things we know.



Tom said...

Very nice. Very appropriate.

Clay said...

Looks like an Architecture student got a little too stressed out over his first project:

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