Come One and All the Springtime has Befallen
// May 1st, 2008 // Art, Music & Poetry
We wait; cold, damp, shrouded in the feeble greying light as color leaches from our skies, our streets and our souls. For long months it goes but this way. Winter passes in name alone, as Spring and Autumn offer no sign of release. Atlantic gales chill our very bones and mock the rare flashes of once pink skin. Those of us from southern climes reach for strong drink and palliatives to fight off insensible complaints.
Then BAMN, just as hopes were being crushed and curses reached the windswept boughs, the Amsterdam Magnificence Engine fires up and turns on this-



You are actually living in Leidseplein now? You are always so lucky with real state!
Networks and the occasional sacrifice to the housing-jesus. thats all it take.