Wednesday, 29 April 2009
What happens next...
the journey must be one that takes place in its own time and in its own space, without reference to the measures we place upon ourselves...
Sunday, 8 March 2009
RideFlame
RideFlame was the first to pick up #001, having found it in the Oxfam bookshop, Harborne, Birmingham. I hope money wasn't exchanged! Here is a link to RideFlame's entry in #001. Our first playwrite...
http://thecoronaborealis.blogspot.com/2009/02/master.html
RideFlame left #001 in Oxfam, Stourbridge. A charity theme?
#001
http://thecoronaborealis.blogspot.com/2009/02/master.html
RideFlame left #001 in Oxfam, Stourbridge. A charity theme?
#001
And so our journey has started
So, we have started our journey... an extension of one secret moment.
A message, a thought. Words that no one else will see unless they pick up #001.
The beauty of this project is, however, beyond words. That may sound contrived. We are no artists, poets, playwrites. But the simplicity of sharing one moment with a stranger, of being bound by this one special thing, and the extension of that one moment to another. Honesty. The creation of a shared spirit.
Something true.
#001
A message, a thought. Words that no one else will see unless they pick up #001.
The beauty of this project is, however, beyond words. That may sound contrived. We are no artists, poets, playwrites. But the simplicity of sharing one moment with a stranger, of being bound by this one special thing, and the extension of that one moment to another. Honesty. The creation of a shared spirit.
Something true.
#001
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