2022/6/17 #poetry Throughout the places I visit, in this great conurbation, collected & created objects are everywhere. Way too many to count. Too many to even notice all of them. Management of innumerable objects occupies the days of major portions of the population. All creatures live in a world of things, our things have just taken on such specific purposes that often they seem strange or unnecessary, that purpose being lost or not salient for a time.
2022/6/16 #poetry The churning fog of my possible future. Swirling about, buffeting my mind up, down, & all around. I should remember to remain steady, centered. I have the skill, I could use it & live without worry. Yet the fluctuating possibilities are so compelling, & the skill takes some effort to implement & is hardly ever top of mind. Hardly worth it, right?
2022/6/13 #poetry Is the story true? The one you tell yourself every day? The one you're telling yourself now? As you run it through your mind, are you aware of the dichotomy between your present reality and the unfolding story? Is this constant commentary necessary? Is it really so hard to drop? How does the story about that go? Is it true?
2022/6/12 #poetry Maybe, with some more work, things won't be as tough. That is the promise after all, that hard work eventually pays off. Most people of course only ever have the promise of hard work. The harder the work, the lower the reward. Toward a goal, in the service of a good plan, consistent hard work can increase your probability of success. Then, so long as things line up, maybe.