There's a long ton of crazy out there. From a NYT article about/interview with photographer Sally Mann: "During those first two years [after the publication of her second book], I received 347 pieces of fan mail, much of it addressed simply to “Sally Mann, Lexington, VA.” These letters came with photographs, of course, but also books, journal pages, handmade clothing, 35 preserved butterflies, jewelry, hand lotion, porcupine quills, Christmas-tree lights, sharks’ teeth, recipes, paintings, a preserved bird, mummified cats, chocolate-chip cookies and a hand-painted statue of the Virgin Mary with a toothy demon on a leash."
What do the not-normal people do? Oh, and if anyone gave me preserved animals and mummified cats, I'm burying them outside.
I thought you were going to say they stalked the author and watched him/her sleep at night. Or they root through the author's computer to see what information they can gleam from within.
At the Peace Pagoda in Battersea Park. The weather is good,the sun is warm,the grass with that newly cut permeating odour that seems to draw you back to your childhood. Don't necessarily believe in Buddhism,but can fully understand it's 'philosophy'. But I'm a Synchretist, as my tutor Dr Connolly used to espouse. This is the one place in London that I've ever,in my 15 long years here,been able to find peace in my soul and that creative urge.
Normality is boring. Eccentricity is far more excitin'. Wear loud shirts that are totally not in style. Leave bare footprints in the snow. And never pass up an opportunity to howl at the moon.
Fenceposts can be fascinating, my father used to knock them in the ground on a regular basis. Actually I`m surprised someone hasn`t written about them. Regarding howling, is that just on a full moon?
I like to think he's fishing his iCloud account for his stories. "Now where did I put that romance/drama story? Is it in this cloud?"
