The cold has arrived.
The silent surf in the trees,
the sound of Basho’s
ducks in the white dis-
tances of the wintry sea.
My puffy ears echo
it, and the peaceful
ground. Wittgenstein on the watch-
tower notes difference.
The cold has arrived.
The silent surf in the trees,
the sound of Basho’s
ducks in the white dis-
tances of the wintry sea.
My puffy ears echo
it, and the peaceful
ground. Wittgenstein on the watch-
tower notes difference.