Those solitary places where great expanses spread to absorb thoughts, dreams and other venturings of consciousness always appeal to me. They feel accepting and safe.
An appropriate physical place to house a mood is often hard to find. I think that’s one thing that keeps me exploring.I keep my favorites locked in my memory and go back to them by closing my eyes. This is how I try to listen to myself, I suppose. Before I face any jury, I want to know my own story.