25lines, redux

three near fatal car crashes in a row, all neatly avoided – can’t lose in my fire stingray. perfectly brewed coffee, black, chirashi fish, delish. home to silence and sleep and somber thoughts. fresh hazelnuts snapped to a paste, delicious. red haired man wearing hot pink suit strutting his stuff down the street. short midget [...]

“Except here in this time warp of a courtyard – where the ancient typewriter continues to be nothing less than a computer with a built in printer and an unlimited power supply.”

flow. how much we allow to pass over us, under us, through us. experiences and memories abstract away into 10 second sound-bites that we think to ourselves. how much of the past is retained in the present? how much of it is meaningless? ooooh shiny! or deliberate decisions? a fundamental question that makes me think [...]

apparently, “[i] will reach high levels of intelligence.” one can only hope. additionally, “[i] will have good luck in the autumn” bow chaka wow wow.

intersections intrusions connections spark flow

Through the glass, there’s gray and green. Lush. The air is sharp. Cold. It attacks the skin behind the hand, softly biting. In one ear, and then the other. White orbs of programmed audio to blast away the demons between the ears. Darc. Amsterdam. Color. Over the head, thick blue cloth, shrouded from the repelling [...]

where you’re going, you’re not coming back from.

through the vibrations that we live in, we trace a line through which we go. never straight, the line curves like the arc of a brush, wielded by a skillful master. to know the line is to know our past. the follow through takes us forward.