Children are barometers of the chaos that exists within their lives.
If you’d saved the girl, you’d be a hero. Next time.
For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be.
All too much of the man-made is ugly, inefficient, depressing chaos.
Perhaps it is controlling the chaos within more than the chaos without.
I could not see beauty until I held hands with chaos in silence.
In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.
For me it’s all about creating chaos.. and then getting away with it.