Just a few months before the events in my life took such a dramatic turn I had begun a little note book of quotes and notes. Just random things I read heard or saw that just struck me as cool or interesting or funny. I continued doing this during the events chronicled in Drinking tea with an empty cup, and continue to do so.
I found that when I read the quotes together they made a strange sort of sense, a kinda of poetry. Like Burma Shave signs along my stream of consciousness, the whispers from the voices in my head,