I'm not good with dates -- what happens does so as a movement in time. Dates are numbers, somehow to me not ingredients, my memory preferring larger canvasses, clouds moving as thunderous curls toward ghosts and their heliotropic flashes.
For too long I took my father's glacial periods of thoughtfulness as his fear, indecisiveness, and awkwardness when it came to the immediate word. Some of us are just slower deeper thinkers. Yet it's taken me this long, eleven, ten, maybe nine months after his death to accept this.
The patch job on the sidewalk. Numbers stand still. They refuse to rise.
Stand up. Just stand. There is no up with individuality, with digits. The prime numbers, say, the power of two alone, how it's so much more than one. What does that mean? One?
But not quite as much as three, and so on.
There it was. No cut. No out. All references direct. A lesson in humility.
You think he knows? Best we stay in the key of B-Flat.
Sometimes I think the only reason why I was put here on earth is to make people who meet me for the first time help me feel better about myself.
A Russian saying: Without a document, you're rubbish, but with one you're a person.
No indemnity. All the useless eaters are going to be culled.
Live up to the moment you are born.
On this day as I walk in this garden in the Republic Of Georgia, I learn from the Turkish newspaper Daily Sabah that foreign-born visitors to Turkey droped 71.7 percent throughout the year 2020. Revenues dropped 65 percent to 12.06 billion dollars or 101.14 billion Turkish lira. Why do I need to be informed of this? I am unsettled now. The journalists have done their job.
No serial numbers here. Shadows and hills and expanding pools of silence.
Night finds us. Night will bury us.
You now need an app to cheat on your spouse.
The word "travel" comes from the French word "travail" which means "work."
Electronic envelope. Alienated. Make sure to file online before claiming you're dead.
Where does the word vacancy come from? Where does a vacancy go?
You cannot breathe. You show your E-passport. You still cannot breathe.
Masks unfolding turn into skin.
Nature begs a question of not knowing how can you be like all the others, but how you can be unique and survive.
I have no answers. I suffer an elitism of curiosity, irrelevant neccessary and guardedness within.
Grinding the riddle I say to myself death to the mono culture, hierarchies, centralization and homgenization. I say be still and discover.
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