They say the body is the outermost layer of the mind.
Like passing through the atmosphere and trying to see outside the plane, but it’s hard to make out anything below or know when we’re going to land.
So sadly defined by work, cut out like a bowl.
I went down into the quarry and my calves burned coming out.
Mondays are best for jazz.
An odd day I didn’t get out until the end of it. Got up early and went to bed early. Both times with the birds coming on. That building arc in the morning you can’t not-hear once it starts, but… Read More ›
This week we all went nuts.