I left New Zealand mid-2003, bound for Istanbul and a new lif. After two years, a Belgian guy lured me into his world, deep in the heart of Europe. For a long time I was an in-process immigrant. One day we married. These days it's about photography, a little red wine and wandering ... and so the journey goes.
Friday, September 29, 2006
The knowledge we get from literature is unique to art, but it is at the same time a knowledge of life. Norman Friedman, Form and Meaning in Fiction