I sat in the chair never having experienced such volatility. I was a blessed man humbly receivig nourishment. Then I was subject of some sick scientific experiment - shoveling chemicals into my mouth well-known to be hazardous. And everyone there gorged on this food like it was their last. I was disusted. Yellow cheese on eggs, grits, blueberry pancakes, some pink diabetic drink, all for one.

I am without a room to call my own. I own very few things now - just some clothes, and a few electronic devices. I am confronted by a nagging fear moment to moment; but simultaneously I have this more refined sense of appreciation. Only now can I reflect in ways and see that I have not before.

“A god can be simultaneously in two or more places – like a melody, or like the form of a traditional mask. And whenever he comes, the impact of the presence is the same: it is not reduced through multiplication.

Staring into the heart of the camera.
Tearing it open with love.
Smiling, invoking
the explosion.
Reliving the original,
fearless,
ecstatic sex.

Slumped over in a dust,
oozing in the cradle of her train,
he's rolling down her logs,
lolling beneath her belly,
his crown ticklish, a broken egg -
flushing.
"It's beauty", he thinks.
Back in the forest,
she hands him a cupful of tears,
something like stiff air swells his lungs.
His palms push against her plexus -
feeling her tremble-
birthing rumbles in his shadow-y chest.

"if we lose all the universities in the world, we'd lose nothing. But if we lose the forests we'll lose everything."

Nothing really matters except for the moment.

He sits there thinking and thinking. Being. There are a million, billion, trillion ways to go about this process. He has a lot of old writing to start from but he decides to start fresh. And it all spawned from the single thought: why don’t you write a blog?