Notebook Fragments

Disconnected lines

Christopher Bellkirk
Nov 2 · 1 min read
Photo by Scott Webb on Unsplash

Like the building across the street, my facade was completely glass.

We’re throwing pebbles at the stars and boulders at the streetlights while looking around for stepping stones.

Everything senseless must be taken apart and then put back together again and then taken apart once more.

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Christopher Bellkirk

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Lead creative @pagefodder. Always against emptiness. Updates at christopherbellkirk.com.

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