25lines, redux

the beginnings of this came to me on approach from EWR to YQM. had to start writing it the moment i got back to my room. Part 1: http://www.hypeless.net/25lines/?p=828 Part 2: http://www.hypeless.net/25lines/?p=832 Part 3: http://www.hypeless.net/25lines/?p=834 Part 4: http://www.hypeless.net/25lines/?p=885 ——————— Into the mouth. Into the belly. Into the cold, unknown night, I followed this mysterious form. [...]

Katara: Are you saying I’m a liar? Sokka: No. I’m saying you’re an optimist. Same thing really. — I have been an optimist. It pains me to realize it, but I find it has been a misplaced optimism, which in turn further finds fault in myself for not catching it earlier. Thus, I have lied [...]

Found written earlier: ———— http://www.hypeless.net/25lines/?p=626 i am like a satellite – executing a burn to broadcast my waves beyond you like a rhodes – my sails are drawn tighter against and into the wind like a viper – tilt and yaw preparing for jump of precision power like a red car – leaving the past [...]

the beginnings of this came to me on approach from EWR to YQM. had to start writing it the moment i got back to my room. Part 1: http://www.hypeless.net/25lines/?p=828 Part 2: http://www.hypeless.net/25lines/?p=832 Part 3: http://www.hypeless.net/25lines/?p=834 ————————————— The road was slick. Rain had just fallen, an hour, maybe two, prior. Rain in December. I remember seeing [...]

the async detachment feels stronger out here. it’s clear to me why i cannot be here for long periods of time. the timing is off. the time zone is off. it feels colder, inside. the higher, the fewer. things close earlier. things operate… on a schedule. it’s a great time to disconnect, not a great [...]

“Concentrate on visualizing the flow of time. It must move, not you.” The last few days have simply passed through my fingers. There’s only a week left, and I know it will pass through me just as plainly. I need to finish all that I’ve started.

Introspection has always been somewhat difficult for me. It has required a kind of reflective agent to observe and rebound from. I like to ricochet. And that is easiest with two. In the beginning it was just myself, through writing- no, tapping- my thoughts onto my 2nd brain. I later started penpalling with one of [...]

I was going to write a post titled “on sharing.” I have been giving some thought to how I share, what it means to share, what I want/others want me to share and of course why I want to share. in preparation, I scanned the archives to see what I’d written about sharing in the [...]

I lay in the tub a bit. And when I unplugged the stopper, I decided to sit and feel the water as it drained. Unsurprisingly, it drained me as well. The water fell through the drain to mysterious tubes below, leaving me, lifting me less and less. The curious brain started to contemplate the buoyancy [...]

i have been shooting with film again. not since… high school have i touched chemical memory. that’s what they are. chemical madness would up on a roll. a perspective to evoke dreams. today’s digital manipulation makes it easy to re-dream in technicolor rainbow. in another sense, i want to paint by number. trawling through the [...]

definitely feeling a little like cayceP, like i left some vital innards out west. looking at the clock, i still translate it to “home” time. it makes me long for beat time and appreciate being east. …but why? I’m home, aren’t i? once upon a time, home was my carry-on baggage. a carefully meted out [...]

want |wänt; wônt| verb 1 [ trans. ] have a desire to possess or do (something); wish for : I want an apple | [with infinitive ] we want to go to the beach | [ trans. ] she wanted me to go to her room | [ intrans. ] I’ll give you a lift [...]

I have found myself to be lacking in mindulness lately. And in truth maybe it is that this has been missing for a long time. That while I have been so focused on a very narrow set of missions, a set of one, I have let other missions, equally important if not urgent, fall away. [...]

Into the terminal. She? – it? – she, was waiting for me in line for Border Services. At this point, I didn’t really care if she was a caffeinated hallucination, an angel, a demon, or some kind of after effect of my subconscious anymore. Long flights always bring out eclectic spots in my personality. Especially [...]

i am. fluid like a rock never changing always different washed up, washed over absorbing nothing but hearing everything and effectively ambient, knowing only hot or cold golden stain’d sunshine or held within ice whether sand whether stone always the same never stagnant but always easily defeated with a single blow: paper

Step 1: Potential. A lot of us at some point in our life knew great potential. This holds true for macro thinking as much as it does for micro events (and this should be well understood). Hopes, dreams, aspirations – naive or not, they make up more of our core identity than we would like [...]

Taxi to the terminal. Slow roll. Sucking air and pushing it back to push us forward. Flipping through the current issue of Wired, reading about disappearances to pass the time. Listening to the other passengers talk about their things. Thinking about the scattered, static, snow pattern next to the wing during landing. Coincidental? Maybe. But [...]

Looking out the window on their dive-bomb approach to town, the wings lit up with self-aware shining. Slow strobe flashing yes, we exist, letting other aluminum winged birds of carriage know not to come peck at us. But looking out the window, there was something else out there. It might be cloud, it might be [...]

It’s interesting to think which friends would not be friends today if we met now. And who today might have been a friend in the past. Individually we are ever changing and the best interactions come when we change and grow together. For me the ideal path is akin to a double helix, traversing independently, [...]

that’s really what these shifts are. the parts of the self stay and grow in conjunction continuously, whether or not they are surfaced. my self, encompassing as it is, has an odd habit of unfolding and revealing some bits to one, a completely different set of bits to another. thus when my interactions with two [...]