“We need structure, so we can see we are nowhere.” – John Cage
That seems really really sad. Until you realize Cage practiced Zen Buddhism. Then you change your mind and say, “that seems really really free.”
Canyon cliffs once went under the biggest knife we’ll never know, and that makes me feel better.
Lamentations are ghosts telling you how it sucks to die but then you have to come back as someone else’s memory.
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Choose Fiction over Fact if you want to study how people imagine themselves to be true.
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Double entendre for the morning: “Wanna screw?” – on the t-shirt of the contractor who works near my office building.
Thought crossing mind while walking down B’way between Howard and Grand: “I have no idea what I’m doing writing amateur writings, but that’s okay, I will do it anyway. Practice.”
Mom’s words at 7:46 a.m. after I returned her 7:38 call: “My phone must have done that on its own.”
I walk down the sidewalk with IT in my ears, and girl group nostalgia snags me.
Every time I listen to it.
I lip-synch the song all the way down Sullivan Street.
“I don’t wanna BE how they want me to BE
I don’t wanna BE how the want me to BE”
“You don’t want ME to be/how they want ME to be/I don’t want ME to be/how they want ME to be.”
IT goes swing to circle. And YOU shows up mid-way through
Turns a selfish revolution into YOU loving ME.
That’s all that matters.
Songs will point that out.