Sometimes I think the reason it’s hard for me to come to terms with my friends’ real problems is that my own problems are bullshit problems. This also has a tendency to feed upon itself, creating more bullshit problems.
Still not sure if typical life is better when real problems (e.g. survival) are a common everyday concern, or if I’m seeing things with a grass-is-greener bias. But pretty sure our privileged lives are full of bullshit and most of it is unnecessary. But how to discard it…
Sitting here tiny in this empty building, gazing upon larger buildings backdropped by hills even larger still. Purple lightning tears the sky and dwarves these too; everything human now seems so small… and so small.
Made in my old cement garden in Deptford. 2012.
Kiln washing the mold and the finished glass blank for mold of a womans back
Mashed Potatoes and Gravy Lakes of the World: Crater Lake, Oregon #mashedpotatoesandgravylakesoftheworld
waking up alone
the infinite possibilities of the entire cosmos flood into my head before i open my eyes
every particle collides and every...
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‘The emperors ruthlessly tore down tenements to make room for their pompous buildings…The more splendidly Rome grew, the more...
Wisdom of the Ancients.
