You know suddenly sometimes there is God, or a shout in the street, a girl from California and whatever that magic lightening is, it changes you and you are no longer the thing before god, or the shout in the street, or the beautiful girl. You are you, but somehow changed. Somehow new again… like a scarab beatle, but I digress….
It’s that little souvenire of a terrible year that makes my heart go…..
