Sunday, August 10, 2008

The Archives Vol. IV


I can't sleep.

When I was fifteen, my Mother said to me, "When are you going to go to sleep, James?"

At forty-three, I still don't know.

But the night looks beautiful.

Remember who you are.

4 comments:

G said...

james, you really should think about persuing a career in photography...you're quite good at it.

btw, looks like i have to go to nyc in a few months.

drinks?

g.

Chip Willis said...

g said it right.

This is JMG also.

The Pin-Up Poet said...

Can't sleep either. Crickets, ocean outside the window... and all I can think is that nature is so loud it cannot hear me scream...

xo a

G said...

i need to hang with you motherfuckers, end of story.

g.