© Amy R. Graham
“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
– Jack Kerouac
From the artist Frieke Janssens
na·ive or na·ïve
To say the least I’ve had my head in the clouds recently.