“…Intersections are here and everywhere. Places where people and cultures meet. For one, a moment of change. For others, a new direction in an instant. Words blend with sound and become noise. Smell collides with image and becomes sensation. Mind and heart beat and become emotion. A metropolitan reality, but not a city. No space. Free from time. Marking the definition of cultural infusion. Intersections. Interpret the Intersection…”
Changes and Transitions. When all seems to be going well- a song on the wind, little drops on fresh leaves– I am waiting. Waiting for it all to go wrong again. Like sitting on a time bomb. Waiting for it to blow.