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It's here now. Sometime early this morning, after the sun had risen, but before anyone had really bothered to wake up yet, I have a supreme  moment of clarity. It was more than a moment I guess, it must have lasted an hour or two. After I stumbled home from the late-late after-party just down the street, I found myself back at my sister's apartment ( Read more... )

I have spent the entire day high on the prospect of all things to come. All there is to learn. The city is dark by five pm, and the weather is so moody and fresh. My friend Wes and I spend the afternoon consuming tea, and then dancing through the boundless offerings of the New York Public library. I could spend my entire life reading. Knowledge is ( Read more... )

Baltimore, MD ( Read more... )

Marc has bought a collection of Art History books. He is a seeker. My mother was running from the hurricane, which is no competition for her. The thieves are dancing free, taking what they wish from me. My sister sometimes calls, having to due with letters addressed to me that are in her possession, but really, she actually misses me. Which is ( Read more... )

Since I was a kid, and had dreams of my father, I decided that I believed in more than what the books explained. You see, when I was a very small child, I awoke one morning and went into the kitchen where my grandmother was making me breakfast. I said "Nanaw, I had this dream of a tall, dark haired man, and he was spinning me around. There were ( Read more... )

sages and peddlers and ( Read more... )

Are you pissed off? I hope you are ( Read more... )

The stench of my own mortality is often overbearing. Do I exist? Where is my breath, and waste, and creation valid in the world ( Read more... )

I’ve been allowing myself very lush, overextended periods of sleep. Resting my head at midnight and not bringing it back up until near midday, the next day. And the dreams are intense and realistic, like an alternative, yet very much valid life I’m only aware of when my conscious lets down its guard. Dreams of war, life, death and the finality of ( Read more... )