| Notes | Stopped dead in my tracks, I had been looking up, up at the sky, the way that the building created shapes with it, I don't know if it was the feeling we, without looking you think you are going to step on something, something dangerous and millions of years of evolution kick in and you stop by instinct. But I wasn't going to trip on a tree branch or walk into a sign, you can't trip on a shadow, the ghost of an object, but maybe you should be more conscious of them, more focused on the imprint left. |
