“Chaos Reigns”, said the Fox. Deep within, where
the dark arrives early. Roots and stone, We face the night, chasing phantoms.
Walk alone, down the path of most resistance, reaching a point is of no value,
the void is full of findings for the man who looks and want to find. Loud
figments of imagination, always walking by your side, keeping you active and
alert.
Part of F.S journal - 1972
