Relocating
I am about to move.
There remain things to do, in preparation. My laundry rests in this list.
It might even take the top spot.
I will need to find work, a wage to support my absurd habits, such as eating and drinking. No human since long ago ever ate without some kind of labor beforehand.
That sounds like a viable candidate for where we got the concept of value. I am getting ahead of myself.
I…
When_____________________
When a room is silent, its A/C always seems too cold.
When I make the sandwich myself, it never tastes that great.
When I zip my fly, I always wonder why I didn’t button up first.
When I button up first, I always forget to zip my fly.
When I repeat myself, I forget what I was saying.
When I listen to music, I like to close my eyes and see it write itself out on staves.
When I watch movies, …
Cyclorama, back-lit
I have been, for as long as I care to remember, a great lover of delays.
When I got my order at a restaurant, I would sit and wait for a bit, relishing the here-then-gone murmur of an empty stomach. When taking change from a transaction, I might slowly raise my hand to take the feathery bills – bills in one hand, coins in the other; this would irritate whoever was at the cashier, but I did…
Carbon, Gravity, Apologies
In the last 24 hours, I have heard from several people who, up to the moment of their comments or favoritings or watchlist adds, I had had no idea even existed. Forgive me for this oversight.
I should have known you were there. There’s a condition we have, some worse than others, which refuses to acknowledge the great breadth of the planet – geography aside, how much greater width …
Catalyst
I’ve had a profound realization recently. At least, for me.
That is, that I have not had a single profound thing to say in all the art I’ve made – I don’t know that I can condense any of it to something immediate, or cohesive.
There have been moments, or sayings, or phrases that may have presented some cleverness. But I don’t know whom I’ve moved to tears, or…
What Had Been Barren
Lines.
These build plays, contain waxy crayon, organize the captured image. These set apart the open from the shut.
Ah, Lines! busy or not, their office remains the same. They themselves might be stuck – their dimensions decided by something with volume – but they still, still and stretched, mark the three-dimensional world and ascribe meaning to what had been barren.
A friend of m…
Black Polo - RVPAA
Some people change their clothes and their moods simultaneously. There must be something cathartic to donning unwrinkled cotton.
Maybe the reason I rarely change moods is because I don’t do my laundry as often as I should.
Maybe if I did my laundry every weekend, I would be able to experience the world on a more personally and emotionally dynamic level during the week.
And maybe none of th…
032108
Cyberspace, what’s happening?
Good to see you alive and well. It’s been awhile. How are the kids,
Invisibility
and
Fame
?
I’m sure they’re still playing their games, aren’t they? Well, so am I.
This isn’t one of them – not if I’m honest with you. You don’t have ears or eyes in the first place, so I don’t know why I even bother.
Don&#…
Lethargy
I have noticed the lethargy that comes over me at home more than once. The last time or two, it has carried with it an acute guilt; I have asked myself quietly – in the quiet night – if this guilt stands to reason. It strikes me that it seems to come along with something external, rather than the flexing of my conscience (I would like to think that I possess one of some strength.).
…Commentary
Mighty Putty, you teeny god!
Who could have any little need you couldn’t fill?
And so inexpensive, too!
$19.95 plus S&H for not one, but two sets!
Joy seems cheapened, lately. Or is it real joy at all?