There is one of me and you, and you: you are them. The quiet understanding is that. A meaningful gesture is a smile when thinking of you. A nod of recognition in passing between the you of yourself and in my world, mine. I love you, but there is one of me, and surviving means … Continue reading Entry 81915 – Failing Them
On the bus, I looked out the dirty window and wondered how many people out there wanted to survive themselves like they want to survive the world. As I stared out the window wondering, a truck knocked into the bus three blocks from my stop. The truck driver got out and yelled at the bus … Continue reading Crashing: Thoughts on a Bus
On the tragedy/horror/senselessness of being dead while your heart is beating. Also, the trick to maintaining your dream-state long enough upon waking to record dreams in writing. Henry Miller & Anaïs Nin on Death and Dreams - YouTube
