I wonder

I hate my wondering mind. It's keeping me from my readings. Butler's words are floating in front of me, trying to speak to me, shouting at me, waiving, and still not seen. I can't find my wondering mind. It must have been stuck somewhere, some particular moment, and some particular space. I hate it. What should I do? Lure it with a raisin and oatmeal cookie? Shout out loud? Smash the clock in front of me? It's useless. It's simply useless.

Two piano pieces (my very first ones)

I've already spent too much time playing with this today and I'm supposed to be working on my school projects!!! Anyways, I'm new here, so this is a bit indulging. Here are two small "piano" pieces I composed. (I don't have a piano but just a little keyboard and had just play for a couple of weeks when I did these.)

Listen to The Afternoon Train

Listen to The Post Office

The Uncanny (2007) poster

Listen to The Uncanny theme

Drawings--places, memory

Decatur


The Capital of Georgia through the Windowpane


Istanbul on Paper

Drawings--it's only human