YOU COME TOO

Cruise Ship Captain: That rock wasn't on my chart

2012-01-14T22:39:00.001-05:00

Cherry

2011-12-27T21:15:00.002-05:00

Cherrywent to the ends of the earth.

Cherrywalked the Barrier.

BraveCherry dared the Winter Journey.

Cherryfroze all ten fingers on the first day of the Winter Journey.

Cherrywalked in the dark.

Cherryforgot about the difference between night and day.

Cherrywalked 130 miles in 100 degrees of frost.

Cherrypulled the sledge.

Cherry,Bowers, and Wilson planned to be away six weeks.

Cherryever positive built a stone house above Cape Crozier and stayed tendays.

Cherryclimbed a hill to read a thermometer.

Cherrywas a sailor hero.

Cherrysounded the white surface and found it hollow all around.

Cherrybrought six tins of oil on the Winter Journey.

Areindeer bag was home to Cherry.

Cherrywalked a cape of snow.

Cherryassembled the blubber stove.

FrozenCherry listened to his heart beat slow.

2011-12-06T23:49:00.001-05:00

IT WAS A LONG WALK HOME
CRUNCHING OVER ALL THOSE
METACARPALS.

2011-12-01T22:28:00.001-05:00

"The old Martian names were names of water and air and hills. They were the names of snows that emptied south in stone canals to fill the empty seas. And the names of sealed and buried sorcerers and towers and obelisks. And the rockets struck at the names like hammers, breaking away the marble into shale, shattering the crockery milestones that named the old towns, in the rubble of which great pylons were plunged with new names: IRON TOWN, STEEL TOWN, ALUMINUM CITY, ELECTRIC VILLAGE, CORN TOWN, GRAIN VILLA, DETROIT II."

[RB]

2011-12-01T22:16:00.001-05:00

"
And so
it has taken me
all of sixty years
to understand
that water is the finest drink,
and bread the most delicious food,
and that art is worthless
unless it plants
a measure of splendor in people’s hearts.

"

2011-11-30T18:30:00.001-05:00

Young, smart, and beautiful girls

have formed an Army of Putin

2011-11-26T21:30:00.000-05:00

It's a book!

2011-11-10T14:44:00.001-05:00

The Soul of Spain

2011-10-18T19:35:00.000-04:00

Part III

There is no night life in spain. They stay up late but they get up late. That is not night life. That is delaying the day. Night life is when everybody says what the hell and you do not remember who paid the bill. Night life goes round and round and you look at the wall to make it stop. Night life comes out of a bottle and goes into a jar. If you think how much are the drinks it is not night life.

PART IV of the same story

After a while there were no bull fights. What the hell no bull fights? No bull fights. No you really can't mean it no bull fights. But there were no bull fights.

Part V follows

We got on a train and went somewhere else.

--Ernest Hemingway

James Taylor and The Endurance

2011-09-21T13:28:00.000-04:00

2011-09-16T00:46:00.001-04:00

Paul Rudd Quotes

2011-09-15T21:35:00.001-04:00

"Having an AOL address is like wearing Ocean Pacific shorts. It’s so uncool that it’s cool.”

Ripped From the Headlines

2011-09-15T16:58:00.000-04:00

If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about the answers.

2011-09-03T02:31:00.001-04:00

Manual of Zen Buddhism

2011-09-01T00:15:00.002-04:00

Prayer of the Bell

Would that the sound of the bell might go beyond our earth,
And be heard even by all the denizens of the darkness outside the Iron Mountains.
Would that, their organ of hearing becoming pure, beings might attain perfect interfusion [of all the senses],
So that every one of them might come finally to the realization of supreme enlightenment.

[source]

Surfer Song

2011-08-18T19:19:00.002-04:00

A length of lightning falls through the air and slips like a pole into the sea¹. We watch it fall. This is the end of the afternoon. We climb the beach but the sand doesn't make a sound².

It's a big lot but it's mostly empty. The car is there. And some other surf carsspaced out where the empty spots were when it was busy earlier³.

Christ it's hot. A blue shaped covalence. Atmospheric. For all we know it's how it's always been. Now is forever⁴.

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1. I mean like it's not a bolt. It's not bolting out of the sky. Or anything. It's slow like it's falling through the air vertically on end. The long way. You know those rides at the fair where it's like a big swing? You have to pay extra and they haul you up in the air and you look out over the fair and you have to pull the cord? To make yourself fall? When you pull it you hang there forever. Like you hang there for a long time and then you start to finally fall. And you go faster and faster but it's slow at first. And it's long and thin and falling like a pole would fall. And it slides long and vertically into the water. That's the lightning.

2. You can tell the age of sand by the sharpness of its edges. The sharper the sand the younger it is. Old sand has spent a billion years banging around into everything. The oldest sand is a perfect sphere^#.

#. The oldest sand will sing your ears off.

3. You just need any car where the seats fold down. The back ones and you tie the trunk down. Unless you're real good and you ride a slick little fish and then you can drive whatever.

4. Always.

Voyager 1 Approaches Jupiter

2011-07-30T22:20:00.000-04:00

The human heart is a chump.

2011-07-22T11:56:00.000-04:00

"I discovered the key. This key is not efficiency, or probity, or insight, or wisdom. It is not political cunning, interpersonal skills, raw IQ, loyalty, vision, or any of the qualities that the bureaucratic world calls virtues, and tests for. The key is a certain capacity that underlies all these qualities, rather the way that an ability to breathe and pump blood underlies all thought and action.

The underlying key is the ability to deal with boredom. To function effectively in an environment that precludes everything vital and human. To breath, so to speak, without air.

The key is the ability, whether innate or conditioned, to find the other side of the rote, the picayune, the meaningless, the repetitive, the pointlessly complex. To be, in a word, unborable.

It is the key to modern life. If you are immune to boredom, there is literally nothing you cannot accomplish."

"It turns out that bliss -- a second-by-second joy+gratitude at the gift of being alive, conscious -- lies on the other side of crushing, crushing boredom. Pay close attention to the most tedious thing you can find (tax returns, televised golf), and, in waves, a boredom like you've never know will wash over you and just about kill you. Ride these out, and it's like stepping from black and white into color. Like water after days in the desert. Constant bliss in every atom."

David Foster Wallace - The Pale King

2011-07-04T17:37:00.002-04:00

2011-07-02T18:34:00.000-04:00

plate glass sea

a wake

in the no wake zone

* * *

air like water

curls

hair like a wave

* * *

and christ

it's hot

Landfall on Misery Island

2011-07-02T14:12:00.001-04:00

A real song that I heard

2011-06-26T00:56:00.003-04:00

we are pirates
see our earrings
we are pirates
see our peg legs
we are pirates
see our parrots
see our parrots with their peg legs
we are pirates, yeah
yeah we are pirates

2011-06-24T19:39:00.000-04:00

Camerado, I give you my hand!

2011-05-29T15:15:00.001-04:00

Song of the Open Road - You should read it!

Boat Trips #1 & #2

2011-05-29T13:04:00.009-04:00

#1 The Porter River is really just a muddy back water thing and not a river at all. I learned a bunch of things there in one hour.

The wind is really important.
Going under the bridge isn't really as fun as you think.
Don't go at low tide because it's all muddy and gross.
Bring a pillow to sit on.
It's really hard to keep stuff dry / It's really hard to deal with an ipod in a kayak.
Even though it's harder, it's nice to go into the wind because it keeps you cool and makes it SEEM like you're going fast.

#2 Islands!

I learned a couple more things.

You end up talking to yourself when you're out in the water.
Important things: Sunscreen, Hats, Sunglasses.
The Salem Harbor is kind of like a highway except there are no lanes or rules.

There is a writer named William Least Heat Moon that writes these amazing road trip books..one of them is called Blue Highways and it is great..and he says that you should go out and find things that you don't know the name of and give them your own name and that by doing this you form a bond and begin to know a place, or a thing, in a way that is deep and meaningful and unique to yourself. So I named this island GROSS ISLAND, as in, "Hey want to go hang out at Gross Island? NO I DON'T BECAUSE IT IS GROSS."

BOOK JOKES

2011-05-24T19:16:00.000-04:00

2011-05-17T20:35:00.001-04:00

Taking the first steps down a very slippery, very nerdy, 6000-page slope.

ROWING TO LATITUDE

2011-05-13T17:10:00.001-04:00

I like reading about cold places. Jill Fredston is a rower and an "avalance expert" who lives in Alaska. She's rowed all the way around the coast of Alaska and through the middle of it. She rowed around the whole coast of Norway, Spitsbergen, Labrador, and one side of Greenland. She basically rowed like 20,000 miles all over the place.

She wrote a book about it called Rowing to Latitude. The book isn't great but the story is bananas. All that rowing! Look at these maps.

This is big time dream chasing/risk taking. People doing crazy things because why not.

HANDLE THIS WINO LIKE HE WAS AN ANGEL

2011-05-03T12:20:00.001-04:00

Richard Brautigan was a cool guy. He wrote a book called Trout Fishing in America and it's weird!

"I remember with particular amusement, people with three-cornered hats fishing in the dawn."

THE MAYOR OF THE TWENTIETH CENTURY

The disguise was perfect.

Nobody ever saw him, except, of course, the victims. They saw him.

Who would have expected?

He wore a costume of trout fishing in America. He wore mountains on his elbows and bluejays on the collar of his shirt. Deep water flowed through the lilies that were entwined about his shoelaces. A bullfrog kept croaking in his watch pocket and the air was filled with the sweet smell of ripe blackberry bushes.

He wore trout fishing in America as a costume to hide his own appearance from the world while he performed his deeds of murder in the night.

Who would have expected?

Nobody!

Scotland Yard?

(Pouf !)

They were always a hundred miles away, wearing halibut-stalker hats, looking under the dust.

Nobody ever found out.

O, now he's the Mayor of the Twentieth Century! A razor, a knife and a ukelele are his favorite instruments.

Of course, it would have to be a ukelele. Nobody else would have thought of it, pulled like a plow through the intestines.

ALL WATCHED OVER BY MACHINES OF LOVING GRACE

I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.

I like to think
(right now, please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.

I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.

2011-04-01T14:52:00.005-04:00

I am obsessed with local TV news and I think that all of the reporters are my friends. So obviously I am obsessed with the fact that my Albany sports guy and my Albany news lady (the prettiest news lady ever btw) are GETTING MARRIED!

Boston local TV news people aren't as good as the ones in NY. Pete Bouchard is pretty cool though. Here is a Q&A from his bio page:

Q: "What is always in your refrigerator you cannot live without?" (Terrible sentence..)
A: "The freezer." (Just a great answer! Typical Bouchard.)

2011-03-22T00:08:00.003-04:00

Now we are a different kind of machine. Something sleek and elegant. We are no longer the sturdy efficient machines of production. We are the frictionless featherlight machines of perception.

Bread #2

2011-03-13T20:30:00.004-04:00

You were famous your heart was a legend

2011-03-11T22:21:00.003-05:00

2011-03-06T14:17:00.003-05:00

2011-03-04T23:05:00.003-05:00

"At 2 million square feet, the Cummings Center in Beverly, MA was the largest factory in the world when it was built in 1905. They used to make shoes here."

Bread!

2011-02-28T14:45:00.000-05:00

My first time baking bread. Just flour, water, salt, and yeast. MMMMMMbread.

2011-02-27T15:59:00.002-05:00

"Tired in a brand new kind of way. The way a machine would be tired if it could be. The way a pier would be tired, no more waves, thank you, I'd really like to be a tree again."

2011-02-25T15:05:00.002-05:00

"A evolved from an oxhead; D from a door; M from a water wave; O from an eye. B evolved from a house, and its letter name, betit, is still Arabic for house. R evolved from a head, and its letter name, res, is still the word for head. Mom - an eye rising between two waves. Dad - an ox's head peering out from between two doors."

2011-02-18T14:23:00.002-05:00

"...
for every real lock
there is only one real key
and it's in some other dream
now invisible

it's the key to the one real door
it opens the water and the sky both at once
it's already in the downward river
with my hand on it
my real hand

and I am saying to the hand
turn
..."

2011-01-30T12:02:00.002-05:00

2011-01-27T15:07:00.003-05:00

"The zone of silence. The zone of loneliness. The zone of love. For me it is only the zone."

GIN CLOWN

2011-01-09T22:41:00.000-05:00

Last night I drank booze, watched Inception, and drew Robocop.

2010-12-16T23:52:00.000-05:00

2010-12-07T19:11:00.000-05:00

2010-12-07T19:10:00.002-05:00

2010-11-15T21:13:00.002-05:00

Cutting Ties - Day 4

2010-11-15T18:27:00.001-05:00

paper, portable radio / flashlight, rubber bands, bike lock holder (2), glasses (2)

Goodbye

Cutting Ties - Day 3

2010-11-14T15:58:00.001-05:00

strings, rubber band, cd case, pins, card, post-it notes, plastic shelf

Goodbye

Cutting Ties - Day 2

2010-11-13T18:27:00.001-05:00

headphones, antenna, glass bottles

Goodbye

Cutting Ties - Day 1

2010-11-12T22:28:00.000-05:00

bracelets, wallet, green watch, orange watch, sunglasses

Goodbye

2010-10-11T21:48:00.004-04:00

I have come to this wherever. In some sense you have now come with me. Or you were with me or came before or followed me here. My little body stands upright here wherever. The sky is white. The earth is white. The walls are white. There is no difference in the magnitudes of distances if you simply refuse to move.

Wherever we are we are here or at least I am here. I create my world with this in mind.

My world is a tight ship. My world is a missile. I have it aimed right at you.

My little body is all I have. It is my little bicycle. It is my little knife. It is my little smoke detector. It is my little telescope. It is my little manipulator.

This is what it would look like if my cat was in Twin Peaks

2010-10-11T21:16:00.000-04:00

2010-09-13T01:20:00.000-04:00

It is not that it is lost forever. We are just still working on the proper lenses. We have faith that, as we perfect the lenses, all is well and all remains intact within the mist.

2010-09-11T19:23:00.001-04:00

William Carlos Williams

2010-09-05T23:59:00.004-04:00

With one girl under each arm he had let his spirit go. They had been closer than anything he could now imagine.

2010-09-05T23:59:00.002-04:00

Hold me close, closer, close as you can. I can't hold you any closer. I have been stealing. I should never touch anything. I should never think of anything but you. Come into my heart while I am running - jumping from airplane to plane in mid-air. I cannot stop: the word I am seeking is in your mouth - I cannot stop. Hold me against -

2010-09-05T23:59:00.000-04:00

Living we fail to live but insist on impaling ourselves on fossil horns.

2010-09-05T23:58:00.000-04:00

There is beauty in the bellow of the BLAST, etc. from all previous significance. To me beauty is purity. To me it is discovery, a race on the ground.
- And for this you are willing to smash -
- Yes, everything. - To go down into hell. - Well let's look.

2010-09-05T23:56:00.002-04:00

Human souls who are not living impassioned lives, not creating romance and splendor and grotesqueness - phases of beauty's infinite variety - such people wistfully try to find these things outside themselves; a futile, often a destructive quest.

2010-08-30T22:31:00.002-04:00

2010-08-30T22:23:00.003-04:00

I believe in hope and nothing else. I do it for you. I will hold your hand even if it is freezing. I will find your eye and look you in the eye even if you are hiding behind the hedge. I will follow you into the woods. If you follow the stream I will follow the stream. If you fall to your knees beneath the beeches I will fall beside you. If you seek the darkness I will seek it too. I will not let you be alone.

2010-08-27T22:21:00.002-04:00

In the storm lash your boat to mine. When it's clear let the tips of the wings of our gliders touch lightly. Rise above your world of noise and jellyfish and glide.

Here in the age of DVDs in the mail and phone calls through the internet and TV on the telephone you have to glide.

My Golden Age is not the same as yours.

Keep trying. There are harder things to understand.

2010-08-20T20:48:00.000-04:00

2010-08-17T23:44:00.000-04:00

You Know You Want To

2010-08-13T12:56:00.001-04:00

Black coffee drinkers of the world: put a little cream and sugar in there.

2010-08-03T23:42:00.004-04:00

The beast, the bolt, etc. We take our symbols for granted because they are granted. We swim in a denser sea of constructs. Denser than our very real bodies, the sea, so that we float without effort. We walk through the day as if submerged in oil precisely heated to 98.6 degrees. The Great Lakes of America call to us like seas of gin. At our slowest pace we set a course with our flasks in our pockets. Michigan first. Then Huron, Erie, Superior, and little Ontario. We drink them to their deepest deeps. We thank the Corps of Engineers for their faultless maps and unshakeable God Complex.

Tonight we are blasting up the braided Missouri by jet boat against the current following in the footsteps of Heat Moon and his drunken navigators. It is only by some divine hand that we have dodged the stumps we've dodged.

I've been working like a dog but I've been thinking about you.

They say you had more range than Wyoming.

lo-fi

2010-07-30T22:28:00.000-04:00

Other People's Bike Trips

2010-07-20T22:30:00.001-04:00

DO WHAT HE SAYS

a.k.a.

THE BIKE ON THE SIGN IS INVISIBLE

GOOD USE OF CAMERA TIMER

a.k.a.

SEXXXY IN APPALACHIA

2010-07-10T23:23:00.004-04:00

Marry Me

2010-07-09T14:52:00.000-04:00

2010-07-08T19:50:00.001-04:00

2010-07-08T19:49:00.003-04:00

2010-07-08T19:49:00.000-04:00

2010-06-26T14:04:00.001-04:00

Fake Wisdom #001: "You never see the water colored fish."

Things I Say to My Cat #002: "This time baby I'll beee bulletproof."

2010-06-26T13:58:00.000-04:00

2010-06-24T21:14:00.007-04:00

"We're ended who never were, soon there will be nothing where there never was anything."
---

"And were there one day to be here, where there are no days, which is no place, born of the impossible voice the unmakable being, and a gleam of light, still all would be silent and empty and dark, as now, as soon now, when all will be ended, all said, it says.."

2010-06-19T21:17:00.005-04:00

The Most Expensive Music Video Ever:

- Video

- Audio

The Reason I am a Genius

2010-06-19T01:10:00.000-04:00

+= Ginskey

2010-06-10T18:10:00.006-04:00

you exploded the oil rig

of my heart

2010-06-09T00:37:00.001-04:00

Things I say to My Cat #001: "Shut up, ya bastard"

2010-06-06T22:46:00.002-04:00

The Most Interesting Man in the World

2010-06-06T15:19:00.000-04:00

"A porn actor, who was accused of killing a coworker with a sword, died after falling off a cliff in California on Saturday when police used a stun gun to subdue him."

2010-05-27T20:23:00.003-04:00

2010-05-21T00:37:00.001-04:00

well we took off our casios
and tossed them from our open windows
onto the shoulder of the avenue of the giants
we said we'll keep track ourselves by our appetites

2010-05-16T20:41:00.003-04:00

2010-05-16T20:16:00.004-04:00

2010-05-16T20:14:00.000-04:00

Turn your back to me. Not to create distance but to broaden our view. Together we can see everything. Turn your back to me and see what I cannot see. I will see what you cannot see and I will tell you what you are missing. You will tell me what I am missing. Together we will not miss a thing. The crack in the cup. The creeping observers. The snake in the sand. The tiny bullet.

And yet here we are. Always looking for the next and most powerful plasticizer. We are going headlong with a purpose like a train full of lithium. I don't want to lose you but I'll do it if I have to.

2010-04-23T21:20:00.001-04:00

"So much of living is evaluating
Those around you for signs of damage."

Short Story

2010-03-28T15:57:00.000-04:00

2010-03-08T22:08:00.003-05:00

The one that will save us has always been within us. We will save ourselves. I will save you. I will save myself.

I will not pray not for one second.

The sky is blue as a tarp. Our wood is dry. Our rope is taut. Our aim is true.

99 angels could do nothing for us.

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I will wait for you beneath the Brooklyn Bridge.

I will park your car.

I will move your towel when the tide comes in.

I promise I will.

2010-03-04T23:41:00.002-05:00

Scans from & In One Another journal AKA Bad Drawings 2K10

2010-02-21T00:18:00.003-05:00

I HAVE BECOME ADJUSTED TO THE LIGHTS
DID YOU KNOW
THAT A PUPIL COULD
BECOME SO VERY SMALL
SO AS TO
FOCUS THE BRIGHTEST OF LIGHTS
ONTO THE MOST FRAGILE
OF SCREENS?

THE IVORY KEY
TRIGGERS A PADDED HAMMER
WHICH STRIKES A STRING
OF PRECISE GAUGE AND TENSION.

AND WE RING.

AIR COMPRESSED AND SO PERCEPTIBLE.

2010-02-14T00:15:00.002-05:00

I'VE COME SO FAR WITH THIS CRACKED WINDOW

A CRACKED WINDOW IS THE DEVIL'S PLAYGROUND

A CRACKED WINDIW IN THE DEVILS' BLAYGROUND

I WISH I WAS AWAY FROM HERE

I WISH I WAS A WAY FROM HERE

I HEAR A WAY AWAY FROM HERE

AND HERE IS WHERE WE LAY

AND HERE IS WHERE WE LAY

AND WE ALL CALL A LONG WAY DOWN

I'VE COME ALONG AWAY FROM HERE!

COME ALONG AND DOWN!

COME DOWN!!

AND LIGHTS WILL SPLAY ON GLOSSY WHITE

AND FLIGHTS WILL CALL A LONG WAY DOWN

AND ALL ALIGHT A FLEETING GULL

AND WAVES WILL FALL AMONG THE CROWNS

AND BRISTLE BRIGHTLY WITH THE POINTS

AND WE WILL LAY AMONG THE SPRIGHTS

AND ALL IS WELL

AT LEAST IT SEEMS A SLOWING DOWN HAS COME

AND ALL THE PROCTORS FAKE A LONELY HOME

AND SKIES ARE GREY AMONG THE LONELY TIPS

AND KEEPS ARE SLIGHT ALONG THE LIGHTLY ROWS

AND BRANCHES CLICK IN SPRIGHTLY BROKEN GALES

AND THIS IS WHAT WE OWN

2010-02-04T12:53:00.001-05:00

MEATBALLS

2010-01-19T19:20:00.000-05:00

CLONES

THE MOON

------------------------

REMOTE

CONTROLS

FOR

COMPUTERS

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DRAWINGS

YOUR

FRIENDS

2010-01-10T22:34:00.008-05:00

WE WILL RIDE THE WAVES WITH POLISHED RIFLES

2010-01-10T22:12:00.008-05:00

We sat in the sun and the sun warmed our eyelids.
Our ankles were wet from the waves and red from the sand.
Seagulls flew above our heads like helicopter engines.
I came to several conclusions about the blistering planets.

In the fall I raked the leaves into piles.
We burned the piles in the sun.
We sat in the grass and the sun warmed our skin but beneath
the blades the earth was cold from the night.
The blistering planets numbly flew their arcs.

In the winter we were careful on the sidewalks.
The ice came in milky tongues.
We whispered our breaths to the blistering planets.
Our voices were muffled by scarves.

The green returned.
The blistering planets numbly remained.
Spring quietly promised fall
with its leaves twisting like screws.

2010-01-01T18:26:00.000-05:00

2009-12-18T22:40:00.005-05:00

I feel a need to leave a thing behind. Behind myself and separate.

Together we come into this separateness. We are not each other either. We are singular individuals.

Champions of space and time.

The greatest kings of loneliness.

There are birds at these heights and we will call them down. Winging towards greatness. Waving flags of greatness. They will turn at our call.

We worship change and solidity. What is more solid than change? Worship?

We've prayed our hands raw. We've prayed our hands away. What are we to do now that we have no hands? We can make neither rifles or rollercoasters now.

The sea beckons us. The sky beckons us. We beckon the sea. We beckon the sky.

We believe in time. We believe in our bodies. We have to. Our bodies make the world. Make the time. I make you. You make me. The world is made at the surface of my eyes and my world trails behind me in a lengthening train.

I see that you are destined to rise. Impenetrable.

I make in order to extend myself beyond my body in a physical way. Distinct from verbal extension or the extension gained through the release of ideologies or inventions.

I am isolated. I have isolated myself. My isolation builds and redoubles every day. I have fallen so far behind you that I may never catch up to you. You practice more in an afternoon than I do in thirty days time.

We don't understand each other. I have made all of this. Where is all you've made? Remember all you've made. You've made me. You've made the world and your world trails behind you in a lengthening train.

Remember your youth. It is behind you. You don't need to climb over it. You don't need to climb over anything. The world is made at the surface of your eyes and everything is behind you. There are no obstacles in front of you. There is nothing in front of you. The world does not exist in front of you. Not yet.

No one else could have done what you've done and no one can do what you will do. I see that you are destined to rise.

The windows are golden in the sunset. The animals are golden. The sea is golden. We are golden in the sunset. We make the sunset.

I make to prove there are thoughts in my head. I can not do it through action or speech.

I will read every word you write. I will consider you. You will consider me. I will consider every extension of you. I will watch as you extend and I will extend in turn.

A turn is coming. A peak is looming. It is dark and our beams are weak. It is cold and our jackets are thin.

I'm so sorry. We are each sorry in turn. You are destined to be sorry.

Join me in the glare of headlights. We will turn the surfaces of our eyes in the same direction. We will drive the cars. We will make two parallel worlds. Our worlds will be very different but in the glare now they will approach each other. They will run side by side. For a moment we will be close. For a moment we will understand. We will face the oncoming glare as two together.

Together we come into this separateness. We are in uncertain territory. Our beams are weak.

Take a walk. Sea and air are your own.

See what you will. Be who you will.

We are remade every moment. I am a new person every day and every moment. It is only a memory of patterns that keeps us together. Forget the patterns and be remade.

Come with me to places we have never been. We will pair our weak beams. We will pierce the dark or we will walk in the dark.

We will dance in the dark to tubas and the calls of falcons. We will dance to singing saws. We are a new generation of dancers.

Say what you will about us. You were not there in the glare of headlights.

Our progress appears meager. Our bodies are small. We are extending inward. We seek a vaster space. A deeper infinity.

Lay waste to the gridlines. Our avenues should not be intuitive. We are quickly approaching a future in which becoming lost is an impossibility. We seek an unfamiliar space.

Angel of the future, spread your electronic wings. I will spread my electronic wings. Prepare for love in digital space.

Keep your hand to the ashen wall. The tunnel is long.

This may be a free for all. This may be an electronic mess. A mess to end messes. A body may need to die to lend its truth to something else more important and lacking truth.

Knowing is the problem here. To know another's world. To know another's sight. Knowing is the problem here. There are no access points. I don't know you. I know the shelves of the continents. I know the depths of the solar system. I don't know you. I don't know the number of grains in a quarter-cup of sand.

Come alongside me trailing your world in a lengthening train. Come alongside me and point the surfaces of your eyes in the same direction. Receive the same light. Make real the same time. Come alongside me and see that there is nothing in front of you. There are no obstacles in front of you. Help me to see that there are no obstacles. Help me to see that I am not pulling my lengthening train. Help me to see that my lengthening train is weightless. My lengthening train is pushing me. My lengthening train is a testament to all I've made. To all I am capable of.

We are running parallel now. Our worlds are separate but they are as close as they can ever become. Our waves are in phase. Our tracks run true. There are no tracks.

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Oh, yes, other hearts were broken
Yeah, other dreams ran dry
But our golden ones sail on, sail on
To another land beneath another sky

Thanks Mom