the saddest thing

is being amongst beautiful things alone.

...

in the house that no one built
is a man who no one knows

is a man who knows no bounds
are bounds that know no man

nor woman
nor anything in between.

irene and time away

what does it mean to vacation? i mean, getting away from one's reality and routine I think has something to do with neurological pathways.

I "got away" only to realize that my very life is a constant escape. which i have somehow chosen, created, transposed and love.

an epiphany of sorts. have youhadsomethinglikethis?

traveling far....sounds fantastic...but i like where i am. i like what i learn. i like the trials of my daily encounters with people.

and so how do you explain that you are in a constant state of education and euphoria of feeling?

of course, i have my issues and dilemmas, but the pale due to the literature.library.windows.light.children.people.walking.usage.words.explanation.deep silence.stillness.movement.


a good cry, a good movie, watching the storm approach from the 31st floor.
acknowledging growth
accepting oddities

because then,

being who you are is not just a choice
it is an absolute necessity...



there is no other way.





k

summer

this year is taking shape via:::

fresh grown tomatoes

rollerblading

late, late nights

coffee shops

sun tans

photographs

Susan Sontag

the French language



lack and lack and lack there of.......not withstanding.....failure




then there are things called s pa c e

and time and things I just do not understand and cannot claim to understand nor desire to take part. and all that is left are books, talking about books, talking about talking about books, reading, playing, and the art of losing oneself to the late, late night.


the photo above has absolutely nothing to do with anything or possibly something to do with nothing or anything to do with something.



K

i have a dream...

...that someday i will live in a place where people do not pee on your doorstep.

something about the bay at night, lights upon the water, dark
a street with small houses
an ocean, strong tides, stealing my vision.

now, a new way of seeing,
a new way of understanding feeling
through admittance of not understanding, feeling.

withstanding time, a testament to misunderstandings
or great understandings
upon which we cannot wring our dirty rags.

or make decision where decision is due,
we can alter our own conception of choice
where choice is due, and make one, but

despite all this, still to decide
is a frightening prose
we might not be willing to speak.

there is so much at stake
or really nothing at all
for the freedom of choice, the freedom of error
is ours,
and thus a great responsibility.



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