"I myself shall continue living in my glass house where you can always
see who comes to call; where everything hanging from the ceiling and on
the walls stays there as if by magic, where I sleep nights in a glass
bed, under glass sheets, where who I am will sooner or later appear
etched by a diamond"- Andre Breton, Nanja
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Sometimes I think I'm waiting for someone to come along and tell me who I am.
A perfect reflection of the caprice and wisdom of my being.
In the complete acceptance and understanding of this creature, I will be complete.
I will also be complete with a PhD, a million dollars, and a sound & therapy center in every major city and a few off-the-beaten path locales.
For travel, and variety, you know.
As I'm walking through Berkeley, I sink as I pass over a soft plywood that's covering construction.
A few steps pass, and I turn around, because there is the chance that it could be the portal to a secret world. I blame every children's book ever written for thoughts like these.
I walk back over it, and I note that the hole under it (partially visible crack) is rather deep. Instead of a portal, it could be a rather long and painful fall, and a waiting to be rescued. I'm really not in a position to be breaking any bones right now.
I walk a few steps forward, and I realize that this though would be the perfect decoy for a hidden world.
So I go back over it. And pause for three breaths. I close my eyes. I put all my weight on it, but it doesn't sink through. In retrospect, I could have jumped.
Here is my desperate belief in hidden worlds in need of discovery.
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Sometimes I think I'm waiting for someone to come along and tell me who I am.
A perfect reflection of the caprice and wisdom of my being.
In the complete acceptance and understanding of this creature, I will be complete.
I will also be complete with a PhD, a million dollars, and a sound & therapy center in every major city and a few off-the-beaten path locales.
For travel, and variety, you know.
As I'm walking through Berkeley, I sink as I pass over a soft plywood that's covering construction.
A few steps pass, and I turn around, because there is the chance that it could be the portal to a secret world. I blame every children's book ever written for thoughts like these.
I walk back over it, and I note that the hole under it (partially visible crack) is rather deep. Instead of a portal, it could be a rather long and painful fall, and a waiting to be rescued. I'm really not in a position to be breaking any bones right now.
I walk a few steps forward, and I realize that this though would be the perfect decoy for a hidden world.
So I go back over it. And pause for three breaths. I close my eyes. I put all my weight on it, but it doesn't sink through. In retrospect, I could have jumped.
Here is my desperate belief in hidden worlds in need of discovery.
