If there is nothing between any two given bodies in space, then what is it that holds the two bodies apart? If there is nothing to separate me from you, then why should we ever live our lives as two? The emptiness that warrants the illusion of distance must not be real, therefore: Distance is… Read More
Dove
Dreams of my body sprouting wings of fire, come on waves of sound, drifting between production and perception, leaving vacant trails of surface meaning, quiescing eternally, burning, maternal, she… dove.
Nirvana Recompense
Between the ones and zeros, lingering within a yellowing sort of cellophane haze, a whole number is born, expanding horizons, colliding, smashing into particles of thought, tells a story: between here and there exists a place, a certain locale – a state of mind, a kind of blind metaphor for peace, an abstraction of space,… Read More
