note #156

we have created an artifice of language, thoughts, and ideas upon which we have built our foundations of societies. with these things we have communicated to one another everything from the very basics of our being to the complexities of life itself. not just life at a cellular or atomic level, but life in its essence of interplays and intricacies, motions and emotions, actions and reactions - the very everyday things that we take for granted. yet these very things have progressively become complex, made more so each day by the very act of evolution.

for instance, I type this on a smart phone - a tiny computer that I could barely have imagined would exist in my life twenty years ago - while riding on a bus with complete strangers coming and going about me. I am in a city that sprawls itself over hills and water, full of people and animals and rules, teeming with inventions more intricate than past generations. here is a stone: it is round and it rolls. we perfect the shape and eventually we call it a wheel among other names. it evolves over time through different materials and iterations. eventually we find that this simple thing has become overly complicated, fraught with design reviews and supposed improvements.

we move in a world of complexities created over generations. no one is untouched. where once we created gods to explain the world around us, a horde of scientists work to explain it through study and quantification. we view everything through the filter of our own experience. we explain it in terms and concepts that those before us have made up.

(unfinished)

note #155

the sky keeps falling...

note #154

When I first met her she was standing at a bus stop in the Seattle rain with her only her hood up. She didn't seem to notice the steady drops slowly turning her coat a darker shade.

hen she looked up and I saw her eyes, I thought they were black - deep abysses into which one would fall with no hope of ever coming up. Then a shaft of sunlight pierced the clouds and her eyes lit with golden brilliance. The abysses lit into twin universes full of darkness etched in golden galaxies, flashing reds and deep browns promising a glimpse of unknown mysteries to explore before being shielded by squinting eyelids.

She looked down again as the light faded. I felt a part of myself tug and sever, lost in that brief moment of contact to forever float upon unknown shores. Deep down I longed to follow it.

I was aroused from my mesmerized state by the arrival of a bus. She glanced up from her phone and then quickly alighted as the doors opened. All I could do was stare after her. The bus pulled away and I hoped with all my heart our paths should cross again.

note #153

the darkness in me
matches the darkness in you
and it entwines
as we fall from light
into the endless sea of night.

note #152

sometimes it bleeds out and obscures the lines...

note #151

snow falls
covering my soul
from the world

note #150

tick tock goes the clock and i get older until it stops.