Once when I was in the Black Iron Prison, I looked into the poster I had of the Garden of Delights, by Hieronymous Bosch, into the third panel, entitled, “Hell”; I looked into the face of the Tree Man, who looks back at you from the center of that panel:
...and it clicked, or more acurately, slid into place, that This was where I was. And I would think later, that I actually had been in one of the rooms in the building in the far back of that image....
Damen Washington
1:33am wednesday, 15th february
I gotta say, I have no clue who you are, but I ran across this site, and wbe journal thing by typing something along the lines of"what do I have to do just to have a little of my dreams" and you were the first hit. Funny how that works. Anywhom, I think you are interesting and should maybe email me sometime, about anything. at dpwashi@uark.edu
Damen Washington