Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Blink Habitual has a soft switch underneath that sets up an array of lights that play over the hand underneath, making it seem a wholly different thing than the one we see in the light.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Saturday, July 12, 2008
I seem to be experiencing a protracted moment of clarity.
Always dangerous, that one.
A whine, a click and a gear is shifted, a rhythm permanently altered.
So that the world looks much the same, but underneath is a changed machine with a strange new resonance.
Honestly, I'm a little afraid.
Friday, July 11, 2008
We swam at midnight, Aubrey and I, under darkly luminous clouds with occasional flashes. We made up scenarios to creep each other out. Over the years, we've become very adept at this game. I can only imagine how our half whispered horrors might sound to the uninitiated, or how mad our delight in them.
I'm too much in my thoughts these days, with less to say than I wish. Some days are better spent letting information in. Quiet. Listen. Process. Inhale. Exhale.
Like the tide. It's coming around again.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Saturday, July 05, 2008
There are perfect moments.
Some people don't believe these sorts of moments exist. Others do believe, and spend their time and energies and money trying to find or create them. A few have experienced these moments and seek to understand them. And a very small few have learned to create them at will.
You may have met one of those individuals. Think back. Did you? Did you feel some sort of twinge when you passed them on the bus, or in line? Make eye contact? Feel like crying for no reason?
nah. Neither have I. And I've not a shred of evidence for any of it. But I'll have to say I belong to the third group.
Possibly it's the heat. I really don't know how human beings stay sane in this place. I'm not exactly sure why I'm still here.
And then there was the 4th. Another 4th. Did I think about America? Yeah, briefly. They weren't great thoughts, but very nearly hopeful. It was a good day for me, though still, as holidays are, it was another. Did you have a good 4th? Did you think about America? Did you wonder what took you from the last 4th to this one?
Where was I last year? I wonder. And now, what is?
Mostly, it's going to be about working these things out, somehow, in the language these experiences have become.
I'll show you. Sometime.