The negative space
Between the Tibetan bowls
And my gong
Is the shape of overaries and uterus.
I’ve never had children
And never will
There’s still time
About 6 years until middle age, for me.
I had a dream that I was taking a bath
With my ex love
He spilled his seed in the corner of the tub.
I decided not to wash hair
I filled the bathtub with fresh hot water and said that I was late for yoga
A blanket I came upon at the top of the cemetery last week
My house plants. The one one the left is called crown of thorns
I’m trying to grow roots on the Wandering Jew. That is not a metaphor.
Metal scrAp collection yard. Pennsburg, PA
Thomas Merton: Zero weather. Good work yesterday afternoon with the novices, cutting wood at the hermitage. Bright and cold. I went over to the Methodist Seminary at Asbury. On the way over and back, stopped to take pictures at Shakertown. Marvelous, silent, vast spaces around the old buildings. Cold, pure light, and some grand trees. So cold my finger could no longer feel the shutter release. Some marvelous subjects. How the blank side of a frame house can be so completely beautiful I cannot imagine. A completely miraculous achievement of forms. The moments of eloquent silent and emptiness in Shakertown stayed with me more than anything else—like a vision. What matters most is secret, not said. This begins to be the most real and the most certain dimension.
When two spaceships meet, it’s always portrayed flying towards each other on the same level instead of one flying straight up from below the other
Imperialism–countries portrayed on the top of the globe aren’t really on the top
Gravity… we are really hanging from the earth
In Buddhism, other people are mirrors of ourselves. We view everything backwards.
Like our eye/ camera flips things upsidedown.