“There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't sit still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest; Their's is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest.” - Robert Service
Thursday, 14 February 2013
Vulnerability, Part Deux
Remember what I wrote about vulnerability a while back? Well, I found this written on the wall in an art store a few days ago...