Walking down a white hallway completely mixes up your perceptions. There is an expectation of linear congruity, and of depth, and of progression. But without lines of darkness to contrast, it must all seem bright, blinding, and inescapable. It is really a hallway? Does the direction you are going matter if you have no reference […]
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Spaciouslessness
Is there a cruise control setting on our emotions? Do we, in similar fashion to the behaviors exhibited in long driving scenarios, zone out, while engaging the cruise option, and float to our next outpost on lifes highways? Where might this leave us? Are we filling a latrine in a random rest stop, unaware of how […]
The Voodoo that I do?
Cheers. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zA8C81bxy_g&feature=youtu.be Humbly yours, J
The Amazing and Wonderful World of Self Giving!
The mailbox is a long-standing edifice to a past, marginally related to the current, digitally focused world. Once this was the source of our correspondence. Pre-dating the telephone, the “pony express” would deliver communication to households and homesteads far and wide. Husbands, wives, and children would eagerly anticipate words from those located great distances away. […]
Cowboy vs. Matador
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l9noSOrn0M&feature=youtu.be Cheers. J
More proof that I am a shitty guitar player
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QWNwKYIK0ns&feature=youtu.be
I’ll keep singing, I guess because I must
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=julSjWZisoU&feature=youtu.be
Black Waves
The mildly abrasive, warm, yellow sands stretch out to the limits of my vision, and tickle calloused feet as I squeeze and release chunks of sand between my, supposedly longer than normal, toes. I am tenuously holding between thumb, index finger, and middle of my right hand, a flimsy plastic trowel. A pail, no larger than a […]
The Great Deceit of Fishing
I do not enjoy fishing. I have never had a burning compulsion to stand on the shore of a placid lake, bait my hook, and launch into the aquatic mirror my rivulet-causing projectile. This endeavor always seemed a waste of time. All of the time spent anticipating the hypothetical tension when hook makes purchase with […]
Given to sleep and despair
Have you ever lain in bed, And breathed in a day, That made you choke on the night? Have you ever closed your eyes, wishing that everything you’d seen in your day, would be completely undone? Have you felt that your pillow, soft and reassuring against your cheek, was the most comforting thing […]