Wendy and I went to the Zoo yesterday. The weather was gorgeous – perfect sleeping weather for a majority of the animals. Despite that mild disappointment, we had a nice time. She was in charge of the camera most of the time, but I stole it away to take a few pictures… a lesson in not using photo sharing services, this is lost
I had always been told that “home is where the heart is” – and, so, why I was driving around the country that summer morning made perfect sense. You see, my heart wasn’t bound to any particular place. If anything, it was scattered piecemeal across twenty different states, and the more I traveled the more pieces I left behind. I had been on the road for an awfully long time, and couldn’t really see myself settling down any place until they put me in the ground....
“I’ve all that I need know… right here, in hand. Under my arm it travels… just… as… planned,” the little man, Dwain, practically skipped as he sang his song. Of course, with all of his melodious racket, he was bound to attract attention. “And, what, tell me sir, is that?” Dwain heard from within the woods. “And who… tell me sir, are you?” Dwain asked into the woods. “Someone very interested in what you have beneath your arm,” the shadows between the trees replied, “Call me Doubtful”....
I had woken up that morning only to find myself exceptionally hungry. Naturally, I walked to the kitchen, which was but a few feet away, and opened the fridge to partake of its contents. It was a fleeting attempt at satiation, because there was nothing edible inside of the stainless steel excuse for a food box. The pantry was likewise lacking. My stomach kicked me swiftly and I headed for the door....
If I could only say one thing about the past year, I’d have to say that it was an interesting one… I got out of college, stuffed my philosophy degree in a box, moved out of my little apartment in Chicago, and hit the road with my uncle. Together we drove (actually, he drove and I rode along) all over the Midwest and some of the Southwest and Northwest. I got to see more country (and more freeway) in a short six months than most people see in a decade....
i held it in my hands, an idea too far-fetched, i remember staring at it. of course it was beautiful, it was an impossibility, that i held close to my heart. until it vanished, suddenly, without so much as a warning, i truly ought to have cried. instead, i turned away, an irresponsible keeper, of my own ludicrous ideas. i’ve not yet found another, nor clearly recalled, my mislaid vision....
her marbled legs blended well with the faded ink upon her arms the cigarette wobbled all the while she often cackled about her youth but her eyes betrayed her humor for sincere regrets and shattered hope she often slurred too much to talk about abandoned dreams so I would listen to her fairy-tales wondering how much she believed eventually she’d forget I was there become lost in mummbles to herself...
I have about 1.5k photos from 2010 – less than half as many as the year prior. I’ve attached a dozen of my favorites below. a lesson in not using photo sharing services, this is lost
There I was, half nude, standing in a pile of dried black beans. Completely unaware of what was going on, until she asked me that perfectly reasonable question – “What in the hell are you doing?” Those words shook me from my apparent dementia, and I couldn’t help but stare at the beans beneath me. Truth was, I had no idea what I was doing. I tried to tell her that, but when I looked up she was gone....
those little lenses flicker, as if they’re in a dream. the heart, it races quicker, caught up in the scheme. you hear him… even snicker, at humor never seen. the common-man points his finger, at black ink upon a page. he escapes his life to linger, on some fantastic stage. immortal is the bringer, who manages to assuage… the discontented, with his fiction.