

….through, I came across an old log. It had the appearance of a cat. It then said to me….
The visionary world of Nicholas Beckett


….through, I came across an old log. It had the appearance of a cat. It then said to me….


….from all the mess.


….on the soft grass.

….a little attention.


….in the mire of existence.


….to see.


….like nothing else.

….it is winter after all.



……is always the best.




…..in your worries.