UNKNOWN SUNLIT HOME:
St Petersburg in the rain, a street in words transmitted
to distant friends. Cocoons of amber light, water running down
windows, warm, dry memories of a safe youth.
A sure thing walks in, looks around, glances through panda eyes.
Yeah, thrill, so what? In the beginning we was stupid.
M Train – Patti Smith
(K)
Karl Hyde 
The valley
Of
Lost things*
From Russia with love? I love your baps 😊
Art creation from the inherent nature of essence is magical. For the lucky it brings food both to the soul and the table in a constant flow, the others they use their head. The cortex brings the illusion of the magical, also known as “created from the heart”.