The Book of Ashes
Legend in his own mind, creator of all you see here, he walks this Earth on the path of the becoming.
On Wednesday, 18, December 2002 Ashes wrote...
The one ring... 12:10PM
The one ring resides in Wellington, its resting place for now above the Embassy theatre at the end of my street. Tomorrow the stars roll in as the red carpet is laid out and the party begins. Middle Earth they call it, home to the Lord of the Rings. Mr Peter Jackson himself. One wonders who is now the more famous, the director of the film or the author of the book?
Timothy, your happiness overflows your being. It is no longer contained, as it finds its way into your words, and I suspect, no longer do you try to contain it. I am happy for you. Yes it was good to catch up with Micaela on Friday, from which, I am sure, many tales you have been told. Unfortunetly my life is not so clear cut as yours seems at the moment and all tales need unravelling...
Looking forward to New Years. I don't care where I sleep. I will bring sleeping bag and pillow and any floor space with a roof over it is good for me. Say hi to Mel for me