The car's here, ready tomorrow. I've been practicing waving to Jeeps.

New York was great, I didn't see anyone playing sax. There was a guy with a sax case, but no sax to be seen. There was an entire band set up inside the pay zone of the subway, sweet. But no saxophone. The song by Fear still kept rolling through my head, as I roamed the ( Read more... )

Whatever that can be burnt, should be burnt. Whatever cannot be readily consumed by fire should be smashed and put through the fire before dumping into the trash-can.a field of fireworks, lions dancing through the smoke. sitting still, moving slow, stumbling through the simplest forms ( Read more... )

I went to the monastery looking for relief. I was in the middle of a terrible grief and while every person manages to deal with grief, I somehow could not find it within myself to let go ( Read more... )