In this 1995 piece I am pondering simple elements of self discovery and the strangeness of form. I remember being in third grade in music class and sitting in my chair and watching the other people as they sang. Noticing that we all had a head full of sense organs. They all looked the same but different. They all looked funny, but normal. My thimb may have been my first friend.
August 28th, 2007
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