Thoughts on an empty space
As the world kept him thinking in turns so would the blank, empty, undiluted space in the upper right corner of his unimaginative American blog. It left itself for last - as if it knew it was much too smart for him - as if the search bar that had once been there was an overture to another space in time - as if that corner meant more than it really did.
As the world kept him thinking in turns so would the blank, empty, undiluted space in the upper right corner of his unimaginative American blog. It left itself for last - as if it knew it was much too smart for him - as if the search bar that had once been there was an overture to another space in time - as if that corner meant more than it really did.
some kind of poetry
In the morning… some mornings… the last thing she wanted was to sit and confront the emptiness. It was monumental and despairing and so gut wrenchingly existential that she had a hard time relating to anybody or anything for hours after. In these glowing sunless mornings she felt exceedingly quiet… exceedingly still… exceedingly removed. There was nothing for her to feel and she would dwell on that… blanket herself in the numbing cold and drift into some deep internal contemplation. Slowly splintered color comes… in waves… in particles… in ideas. She starts to warm… words sprout and collect themselves in phrases… outside the sun… running in short sprints… some kind of poetry is born.
Listening To
- Phil Lesh & Friends – Viola Lee Blues (v1) > Jam >
- Joseph Arthur & the Lonely Astronauts – Lonely Astronaut
- Frank Sinatra – Put Your Dreams Away
- Grateful Dead – Easy Wind
- moe. – Kidstoys
- Deer Tick – Not So Dense
- Oasis – Go Let It Out
- R.E.M. – Maps And Legends [Live At The Olympia]
- Umphrey's McGee – Believe The Lie
- Jacob Fred Jazz Odyssey – Perfect Wife's Flannel PJ's
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