What is love?
An unspeakable crime for which there is no conceivable form of justice.
What is heartache?
Irreconcilable differences born of similarity. A rusty bicycle.
What is laughter?
An opera singer in a soundproof chamber.
What is imagination?
The consolation of sanctuary beyond the scope of language.
What is truth?
A procession of soldiers marching to the melancholic drone of bagpipes.
__In loving memory of a man who knew me better than I know myself, Dayne Ogilvie (1952-2006), long-time partner of Gary Akenhead
Meghan FerrillAn unspeakable crime for which there is no conceivable form of justice.
What is heartache?
Irreconcilable differences born of similarity. A rusty bicycle.
What is laughter?
An opera singer in a soundproof chamber.
What is imagination?
The consolation of sanctuary beyond the scope of language.
What is truth?
A procession of soldiers marching to the melancholic drone of bagpipes.
__In loving memory of a man who knew me better than I know myself, Dayne Ogilvie (1952-2006), long-time partner of Gary Akenhead