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Presence.
i was thinking about human presence, and how everything you put into a conversation with someone you know never stands alone, except, perhaps the first time (and i am not even sure of that). you are a… more →
ripple the wide open space...
presence.
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wrote 2 months ago: i was thinking about human presence, and how everything you put into a conversation with someone you … more →
borges: happiness.
wrote 10 months ago: Whoever embraces a woman is Adam. The woman is Eve. Everything happens for the first time. I saw som … more →
threshing-floor.
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wrote 1 year ago: if someone mentions character building, i might uncharacteristically turn violent, and get one of my … more →
dawn is just around the corner.
wrote 1 year ago: it seems that i cannot sleep tonight. full moon. moonstruck. it is after 5am. only a few birds are o … more →
Europe? Democracy? Political?
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wrote 1 year ago: ON THE DOWN SIDE. I wonder what our Prime Minister is up to when he says that the Irish made a wrong … more →
fever.
wrote 1 year ago: One A black and white arrow with a red beak landed next to my head and started whispering into my ea … more →
quirkiness.
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wrote 1 year ago: i have been thinking about the not-so-shared nature of aesthetics, funnily enough, in the context of … more →
mutant hedgehogs.
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wrote 1 year ago: bearing black spikes that pierce bone and tissue i remain transformed transfigured fratzenhaft hardl … more →
syntagm/paradigm
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wrote 1 year ago: ha! this is the time when you notice that the blog should, in fact, have black as a background colou … more →
The Infinite Small Hours of Awakening.
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wrote 1 year ago: Consider the challenge to linear temporality: How is it that we have spent so little time around e … more →
the sky in the birds.
wrote 1 year ago: Mockingbirds abound. Whinchats’ shrill noise. Honeyeaters live well. Kingfishers catch fire. I … more →
Noyé dans le coeur des fous.
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wrote 1 year ago: C’est dans ton fleuve que je m’écoule Quand tous les ponts d’or s’écroulent C’est de ton air que je … more →
