Go after the experiences you want but don’t be afraid of the ones you didn’t ask for as there is something of value in every moment of time that can be found by paying attention for your cubed centimeter of chance and entering into the opportunity with all of your self using the force of your being to seep into the gaps in reality and open the way to the numinous finding the reality inside your reality.
I was just sitting here in my living room not thinking much just letting the music take me on a journey when I picked up my pen and started sliding it across this page encoding the moment in a meta aware namshub which understands how this will generate the reality I want as an iterative process unspiralling itself in all directions through possibility space informing every moment with the pattern of our becoming…
It is easy to forget that the world changes if you stay in the same place, living the same routines like a meat robot. In travel the world changes, if only because you see a different part of it. The places you go have changed since you were last there and home has changed when you get back. A change of perspective, movement on a moving sphere.
The eye, the soft machine that lets light in, is the key to growth. Show it new things so the sleeper can awaken and see old things with new eyes. A fixed point amidst the maelstrom, come to rest in your motion. Globes rotating around each other, giving light, hosting life and living sight.
That salmon pink of the living autumn
leaves me breathless in the teasing drizzle
lost in profundities of cloud and sky,
revelatory
in how they hide the distance from me
shaping a space bound by seagull cries
and the gentle rhythm of the waves.
i am the ghost of 99 all my heroes are already dead living out of a backpack sleeping under bridges and on people’s couches eating dry ramen
all i own is a diskman some paperbacks this notebook and my younger brother’s skateboard wearing sunglasses because my eyes can’t handle light
haven’t slept in six days and have trouble remembering my name i answer every question with what? because i’ve ruined my hearing at shows
burned bruised and cut myself and everything i own is saturated with the smell of coffee smoke jack daniels sweat and rejection
addicted to cigarettes on purpose because I’m trying to kill myself slowly. “self improvement is masturbation but self destruction…” is art.