The Life of Mr. Boatman- Computers, Class, and Glass
Thursday, October 01, 2009
I am not sure why that is. Acting and do and being and sometimes in a place where we look around and wonder how in the world did we get to this place. Tripping down the highway and roadsigns just are sort of there and their impact and words don't have much meaning until the destination and we then find that may not be where we wanted to go. No way to reverse time or change where we ended up but yes it is possible to keep on truckin.