Home is where the heart is, we say, rubbing the flint of one abstraction against another.


Deep Play (1999)


Home is where the heart is, we say, rubbing the flint of one abstraction against another.

Home is where the heart is, we say, rubbing the flint of one abstraction against another.

Home is where the heart is, we say, rubbing the flint of one abstraction against another.

Home is where the heart is, we say, rubbing the flint of one abstraction against another.