I’ve lived a thousand livesEach with its own forgotten festivalsIn sync and alone. Sometimes I was in focusSometimes I walked along the side – Watching,Waiting to be let in. Keeping pace…Scrambling over the debris.Making fires to keep warm. But whether I was center stageor just there to pour the wine, I always gave it allContinue reading “Tastebuds | 4.8.2022”