I am intrigued by how words mean when we imply that they do,
how they tend to break up across the rock of accountability
and in the soup kitchen of the unconscious.
Do you know what I mean?
I like the image you create here... it puts me in mind of where I work... I will do a little more research and get back to you...
Ah, research on recycled vice in the workplace. There's an easy blues song for a lazy Sunday afternoon!
Anon Andon,I just wanted to thank you for visiting and following my photo blog. Feel free to visit and comment anytime. By the way, your insights are very interesting on your blog. I will be back!Dan
Thanks for stopping by, Dan. Another step in this blog experiment is to intertwine the dis/connections between image and text. I'll see you somewhere down that road.
The ideas and philosophy's which lead to understanding must be constantly recycled for each new generation. Words are fluid in their meaning.
ok..I am back... yup, my workplace is recycled vice and the spin....well, don't get me started...that's all there is : spin....well, maybe there is also a lot of bee-ess....
Thanks for stopping by and pondering, WM and Harlequin. Sorry to hear you've stepped in it again, Harlequin -- more organizational turn styles for deceit. There's spin with a kick in the ass/ets: fluid in the blender, maché when aired and dried.