another good day.
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“You have exactly one life in which to do everything you’ll ever do. Act accordingly.”
- Colin Wright.
the morning commute…
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a thursday night. chinese opera karaoke. the duet looked, felt, and sounded like how I imagine true love.
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“The sea seems to yell to me GO TO YOUR DESIRE DONT HANG AROUND HERE — For after all the sea must be like God, God isn’t asking us to mope and suffer and sit by the sea in the cold at midnight for the sake of writing down useless sounds, he gave us the tools of self reliance after all to make it straight thru bad life mortality towards Paradise maybe I hope… But some miserables like me don’t even know it, when it comes to us we’re amazed — Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH…”
- Jack Kerouac; ‘Big Sur’
“Rare, he rammed the gate rare” — “Raw roo roar” — “Crowsh”- the way waves sound especially at night — The sea not speaking in sentences so much as in short lines: “Which one?… the one ploshed?… the same, ah Boom”
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nightly fire dance.
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“Everything is the same,
the fog says “We are fog and we fly by dissolving like ephemera,”
and the leaves say “We are leaves and we jiggle in the wind, that’s all, we come and go, grow and fall” —
Even the paper bags in my garbage pit say “We are man transformed paper bags made out of wood pulp, we are kinda proud of being paper bags as long as that will be possible, but we’ll be mush again with our sisters the leaves come rainy season” —
The tree stumps say “We are tree stumps torn out of the ground by men, sometimes by wind, we have big tendrils full of earth that drink out of the earth’…
Men say “We are men, we pull out tree stumps, we make paper bags, we think wise thoughts, we make lunch, we look around, we make a great effort to realize everything is the same” —
While the sand says “We are sand, we already know, ”
and the sea says “We are always come and go, fall and plosh. ” —
The empty blue sky of space says “All this comes back to me, then goes again, and comes back again, then goes again, and I don’t care, it still belongs to me” —
The blue sky adds “Dont call me eternity, call me God if you like, all of you talkers are in paradise: the leaf is paradise, the tree stump is paradise, the paper bag is paradise, the man is paradise, the fog is paradise”
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But I remember seeing a mess of leaves suddenly go skittering in the wind and into the creek, then floating rapidly down the creek toward the sea, making me feel a nameless horror even then of “Oh my God, we’re all being swept away to sea no matter what we know or say or do” — And a bird who was on a crooked branch is suddenly gone without my even hearing him.”
- Jack Kerouac; ‘Big Sur’
a prelude.
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arrivals.
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a familiar view.
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reminders.
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