Time would be the most mysterious thing in the world, if it wasn’t where the world itself is actually situated. We and all things exist in time, on the present moment like the crest of a great wave. And all is foam.
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Surf’s Up
Posted in Journal on August 18, 2007 | 1 Comment »
About Me
Posted in Journal on July 18, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I am a partially transparent middle-aged chainsmoker sitting in a large room full of boxes, machinery, and vaguely oriental things. The low growl of a heater, the low hum of the fridge, subsonic CPU hiss. Lamps are on.
Out my front window, from which the ground slopes rapidly away, a green and slate-roofed view across a [...]
Fork
Posted in Journal on May 18, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I can remember none of it, well, almost none.
This was in 1996. We walked around for hours that morning through the sunlight and the traffic and the crowds. Construction everywhere. Not a single building left untouched. They’re all in progress, being extended, renovated and reopened, closed down for repairs.
We walk. Keep walking. Stop for coffee. [...]
Clang
Posted in Journal on January 10, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Six hours have passed by without impact. I lean forwards, tracing pictures with my finger on the surface of a pool. Still waters, dark as night. The moon reflected in its depths. Trees wave their hands behind me like mad nuns. Lights in the valley. Towers and bridges. Headlights drifting down long roads.
The night drags [...]
Hello world!
Posted in Journal on March 17, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
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