Pearson’s World

Log

I was at a place known as Nowhere in the middle of nowhere where one could be free of inhibitions of clothes of attitudes of oneself to be with oneself and to share it was hot and dry and dusty and windy and the dust was everywhere at Nowhere it was your true companion and it went everywhere the sky was white at night white from millions of stars shining from a blackness of deepest black I came and vowed not to return for one year I withheld but I will return and soon for that is the magic of Nowhere in the middle of somewhere.