I could hear the white rabbit, “Hey Andre! Hey Andre! Hey Andre!” Over and over echoing in my head, almost chanting in my ears but I couldn’t see it anywhere. I couldn’t see anything at this speed.
Posted on July 6, 2011
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A b o u t
I am a writer and artist from England now based in Princeton, NJ.
Stuff I like: coffee, cafés, cycling, art and photography. Sleep, rain, melodies, colour and conversation. Respect, inner beauty, galleries, taking baths and passion.
