Sunday, February 28, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Enveloped
Tomorrow, I head back West!
(unfortunately not by rail)
My mind is swirling with thoughts,
while I slowly pare down possessions in order to zip the duffel.
Recently, it's been hard to differentiate
my heart from my head.
as my brother bluntly put it:
'you better get your head on straight so you can come out here and kick ass'
Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Travel Bug
I Swoon Over
Richard Waller, "A Catalogue of Simple and Mix Colours with a Specimen of Each Colour Prefix Its Properties,"
in Philosophical Transactions of the Royal Society of London, vol. 6 for the years 1686 and 1687
in Philosophical Transactions of the Royal Society of London, vol. 6 for the years 1686 and 1687
Morning Oddity
As I've mentioned in previous posts...
Every morning, immediately after waking, I start singing a single song that my dreamy subconscious left behind. (or humming)
*Every single morning* The spectrum is endless.
This morning it was:
I woke in the night belting out this song.
I'm a chronic Sleep-Talker, but this is new ground...
Sleep Singing.
I woke in the night belting out this song.
I'm a chronic Sleep-Talker, but this is new ground...
Sleep Singing.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Before Sunrise
Celine: If there's any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something. I know, it's almost impossible to succeed, but…who cares, really? The answer must be in the attempt.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Bardo
It's neither here nor there.
it's been an impendent search for
Self.
Exasperation
only scrapes the surface of this
tormenting void.
it's been an impendent search for
Self.
Exasperation
only scrapes the surface of this
tormenting void.
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