The emptiness within carries an odd warmth.
about
"The question is always where to start the story. That's the first question. Trying to find a beginning, trying to impose order on the great psychotic fast-forward merry-go-round, and trying to impose order is the first step toward ending up in a park somewhere, painted blue, singing 'row, row, row your boat' to an audience of saggy-lipped junkies and business-people munching oat-bran muffins. And that's how this story ends, good buddy."So if you are concerned with the logic and sequence of things, and the crescendo of suspense up to a good shocker of an ending, you best be getting back to your video games and your amassing wealth. Leave the meaningless details to the poets and the photographers. And they're all meaningless details, my friends."
-- Rachel Corrie
the title
bail·i·wick[bey-luh-wik]
(late Middle English)
a person's area of skill, knowledge, or work terr·oir
[tair-wahr]
(French)
loosely translated as "a sense of place"