Tag Archives: David Pring-Mill

Is Nothing Lost?

These thoughts once spinning spin the knots; these ghosts once born will never leave… What haunted grounds are these? Mailed checks, an empty mailbox, a tired old man trying to take a picture out of a frame; a metal rowboat … Continue reading

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Job Ideas

I want to be… Like an antiques dealer shopping in an Ikea far ahead of his time. Like an illiterate man who owns a stationery store and thinks that the paper should never change. Like a 1950s elevator operator struggling … Continue reading

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