I’ll rent a house somewhere I’ll listen to Biosphere and all I see there a straight line in the atmosphere every hour will be longer and I’ll linger with pleasure
the only visitor I will invite is the whispering wind or the sunlight I’ll leave all disturbants at home the evening papers and the telephone but I’ll bring my memories despite everything I hope life will miss me
maybe this is wishful thinking and maybe I’ll just keep on sinking but sometimes it’s enough to know that there is a place where everything is on hold where the hours will be longer and I’ll linger with pleasure