The finest and most significant conversations of my life were anonymous.
— Carl Jung
Nothing lasts.
Nothing lasts.
Everything is changing into something else.
Nothing’s wrong.
Nothing is wrong.
Everything is on track.
— Terence McKenna
Writing:
http://www.redbubble.com/people/zedsdead/writing
T-shirts:
http://www.redbubble.com/people/zedsdead/clothing
Music:
jackswitch.bandcamp.com
myspace.com/opticalcity
myspace.com/crowbarmesa
myspace.com/jackswitch
myspace.com/zedsdefinitelydead
Noteworthy notes
The Island: a 2.5Hz meditation
Some influences

Sebastian Pearce is a member of All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Freedom In Words & Art, Landscape Photography and The Word Tree.
A poem from Honduras.
Young boy on the precipice.
At first they hadn’t known what to say.
X headed towards the park next to the train line two streets behind his apartment…
A poem from Osaka.
Tied up with the equator.