talking of Michaelangelo.
Friday, April 24, 2020
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stubbornness, that wretched double-edged sword // 2:25 am
Oh the wonder, why do we die and why do we live?
Friday, April 17, 2020
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RELAX // 7:13 am
Stop worrying so much about other people's progress that you can't even hear your own.
Make a clean cut.
You're being a needy bitch.
CT - 24
Tuesday, April 14, 2020
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to the guillotine! // 7:37 am
The Mother
Narcissus
Lion
Gollum
no trial, just go
Saturday, April 11, 2020
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tale from the night bard // 9:18 am
They sit in between the arches ornamented with gold. Sip their fancy glasses of wine and pretend conversation. They talk about the world 'outside'. The chef sits with them and talks about the caviar in their soup and the truffles on crayfish. I want to scream at the man with the moustache talking about his tragic encounter with 'the ousiders'. He laughs with his mouth open and he has three large gold teeth.
She screams at me. Even in the night, I am not free from blood shackles. So I leave them there, the other family. I can't sit there anymore and listen to damaging nonsense. She had driven up the winding narrow streets telling me to take photographs. I resisted. I stand up to leave and they are bewildered but let me.
Baffled by the emptiness of the streets just moments before, I am now just as baffled by the people milling about.
Then there is that garish restaurant. Its flamboyance turns my stomach. The manager ostentatiously tells everyone willing to listen the origins of this restaurant. His partner stands by making trays upon trays of decadent food just as stomach turning.
I participate. I photograph them but I don't play a part. I am not a part of them.
At least I hope.
No I'm not digging that guy, I said indignantly after someone asked me with their eyebrows raising up and down. But I look once more at his desk. My desk next to his. He is an 'outsider', I can tell. Does that someone know me too well or not at all?
Taped next to the cacti is a little sign with only one word and an arrow, 'REAL'. They're real, don't fuck with them.
Thursday, April 09, 2020
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lesson of the avocado // 9:10 pm
You can't force something to ripen
Wednesday, April 01, 2020
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April already? // 7:41 am
Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo’s mad againe.
Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
Shantih shantih shantih
(Why then, I'll fit you; say no more.
When I was young, I gave my mind
And plied myself to fruitless poetry;
Which though it profit the professor naught
Yet it is passing pleasing to the world.)
giving, compassion, control
