As he rode along the rails, through valleys-the train howled him to a wakeful state. Between him a glass window separated him from the flow of the Rhine River. Upon waking to the sight of the Rhine, he thought to himself: how easy it would be to through this body-withered and tattered-into the river. He began to think of oblivion, of surrendering ( Read more... )

A flow of selves. The self that experiences the joy of this world is far different in kind than that of the self that experiences hunger, that experiences sadness, and so on. The alcoholic or the drug addict in us is far different in kind from the child in us. What would happen if the alcoholic or drug addict spoke with the child, the lover, the ( Read more... )

An empty page sits before me-or is it an empty I that sits before the page? What happens in-between? What fills the emptiness? Thoughts, symbols, desires, music, vibrations, perceptions, metabolisms, molecules…things that zig and zag, circle, squiggle, take flight, and settle down. Fireworks exploding. Click, buzz, crackle, pop. Jumping from here ( Read more... )

Too much ( Read more... )