“Maybe our life is an affair of coastlines, of touching on contours, of sand shifting underfoot, of footprints straying a shoreline. No epitaph in granite, no marble eminence, no limestone subtlety. Tracking my prints back is recovering tides’ clean sweep,… — Andrew Taylor Copy Share Image
“Maybe our life is an affair of coastlines, of touching on contours, of sand shifting underfoot, of footprints straying a shoreline. No epitaph in… — Andrew Taylor Copy Share Image
“That's what hell means, perhaps, being compelled not just to live but to relive.” — Andrew Taylor Copy Share Image
“The grief of children was unconditional, fueled by the implicit belief that it would last forever; for a child, grief was not grief unless… — Andrew Taylor Copy Share Image
Rock n roll is what I would die for, but I love music and I love exploring, taking the challenge of playing, writing or… — Andrew Taylor Copy Share Image
