the train has left the station
what do we do now with this precious time we have been given before the oceans rise, the mountains close in and the trees swing?
it is about us not nature.
she will continue as she always has and always will.
counted time, linear time, one after the next time, pnly applies to us.
In the room the women come and go. Talking of Michelangelo.
how long can we do the same shit over and over again?
is this what this time is for?
repetition with no difference?
have we actually fully succeeded?
beware it is night. pay attention.
the hyphen is fundamental.
the mundane and the profane are brother and sister
I hurt from hits I didn't know I had sustained
so tell me though, is there something, something else besides this?
I remember Baldwin saying that love is something you do, not are or in. something that you do. something that requires action.
does that apply to everything that is of importance?
there are two types of islands, continental and volcanic. I want to be connected to the magma. when all crumbles, I want to push out of the ground, a dry island. a volcanic mountain.