today i started walking to the art museum. it's spring, but outside is still a temporary place. a hallway. before state street, i heard rumbling. people replaced traffic. mothers and fathers and peace signs and children. i continued on the sidewalk. and then leaned against a tree and watched. observers took pictures and looked amused. i finally ( Read more... )

relaxed. tonight working at the homeless shelter. not sad, but understanding. they were all sleeping. and dreaming. real people. walk home. snow. falling wildly, but not through a windshield. last snow of the year. walk around town. quiet. breath hovers like the distant clouds. part of nature. newspaper stands and banks. looks modern now, but will ( Read more... )

It's 7am.
I can't fall back asleep.

So, I freestyle rap.

Break it down.

I overheard an older man tell a younger man today-

"It might get to you sometimes, but don't let it get you."

I just put up a couple new posters--some Chinese artwork, since I'm really into the Daoism and its poetry, with its simplistic beauty describing Nature. The other one has the text of Max Ehrmann's 1927 Desiderata, which has been really inspiring for me lately. Especially during these times. Here's the text:

DesiderataGo placidly amid the noise and ( Read more... )

blank. bland. turn off the tv. turn it offfffff. fake. manipulative. it's on tv. what are my lines? tele-vision. advertising. can i help you? how would you like to pay for that? with your soul. does it hurt to smile? fake hair. turn it off. turn it offfffff ( Read more... )

I drove around Federal Way at 3am. The streets were empty and quiet. The schools and stores and intersections seemed different this time, almost dreamlike--each place had a memory and felt far away; familiar, but not quite right. Like San Pedro. I keep time-traveling. Maintaining a first-person perspective, instead of picturing myself from the ( Read more... )

we drove from ann arbor to grand rapids. the snow made the highway crawl. i'd recently phoned home and felt at ease. i fell asleep in the backseat. and dreamed of death. i woke up expecting it. a few minutes later we pulled off onto a country road. lack of traffic kept the road cold and icy. we started sliding. into oncoming traffic. no control. i ( Read more... )

How am I not myself?

How am I not myself?

How am I not myself?

( The Perfect High )