fakery
I like multiples. I am happy with the blues. Deeper richer colors. The color scheme. I could never have made this up, not in a million years.
“By thus returning to the taken-for-granted realm of subjective experience, not to explain it but simply to pay attention to its rhythms and textures, not to capture or control it but simply to become...
8/14/04 Challenging rain. My throat ached yesterday morning; today it’s my heart. I love the woods for their unstudied expression. And – no need to keep them clean. I won’t write about memory, or...
8/12/04 I don’t want anyone to see me with pencils. Judi Beach in the newspaper, Eggemoggin Reach. Imaginary Maine. The clock is ticking. On the outskirts. Draining wine from a weak body. Mud in...