Fear. Fear of insignificance. Fear of irrelevance. Fear of FUTILITY. So what. Thank you, Miles Davis. Onwards. Does the dandelion think its activity is futile? It doesn’t stop for a second. It just is a dandelion. It does what it does and its offspring go forth. They don’t stay in a box; they float out …
What is a mate? A cell mate? A choice of commitment for the long haul? There is no long haul. A mate is a choice for the moment. What do you know about this collective her? She won’t decide anything for herself. The rib dangling. Slow to take action. Weighing everything tirelessly. Until she’s entangled …
The world is your mirror, Miss H. You found someone different because you are someone different. Is there something special about me? Wrong question. There is just a simple statement. There is something special about you. There’s no simpler truth. You are in your own dream. Now a practical question: What do we do with …
Why weary, and palsy arm at the oar? (Melville) Broken pattern and white whale seen. Avenging life with unity. On the path repeated, surrounded by poison oak and cactus needles,the birds tease endlessly. Laughing back at them. Everything here is already done. Surrounded by spiders who craft low-lying traps for the day. Things happening in …
Ah, to sit slack-jawed, studying the hours unasked for. Pushing logic onto illogic. Knowing it’s more fun without the thinking. Why even put pen to it? The world goes by one streetcar desire at a time. Thinking the others are well informed. Hoping they’re amused, stuffing faces with popcorn and shadows on silver cave walls. …
