I used to use darkrooms for photography, and one thing I got from that was knowing the length of thirty seconds. When are you the most aware of time slipping by?
Posts Tagged ‘futility’
There is always another way out. Your same imagination that has you in its trap can have you anywhere else. Have you ever known someone who came to the brink, believed in the trap, then found a way free?
I want to live in a world where pearls cannot be sold or traded, only given. I want us to discard our scuba gear and aquaculture. I have been training to hold my breath. This pearl was formed forty-one meters deep. I could not reach it four years ago. I have conditioned the vessels in [...]
Have you ever wondered if someone was really listening? Or why they pretended to listen in the first place? Or why you do?
If they ever do figure out once and for all what makes us exist and experience that existence uniquely, and if we read that explanation and nod and shrug and it makes total sense and we can even grasp it intuitively, it’s still going to be mind-blowing when that mysterious sensation of it chases everything [...]
The text for this installment is taken from a poem in a series I am writing about (or from) pets. What do you think about the relationship between creation and death? Does an awareness of death drive artists to create more urgent, more honest work?
I hear that one hundred thousand people pass through my metro stop every day. I stayed up last night trying to count that high. I counted for five hours and I only reached thirty-six thousand. I fell asleep as the sun was rising. I saw the dawn’s first joggers. I used to sleep with a [...]