1. MOON, 2. 月, 3. Moon, 4. Sept 11, 2011
We've been looking at each other for years with nothing to say. Its a study, a questioning that doesn't really want an answer. I yawn into the night as it hangs resolutely, never tiring of its task, never questioning. I long for its patience and calm, a kind of existence that is slow and purposeful in the most basic of ways.