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May 4, 2016

Another right turn

By now we should be out of them.
Another right turn
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January 16, 2016

This is not that place

I used to have a dream where I woke up late and the final is today. Can’t drop the class, too late. It’s already started. Up the hill and into the law school. It feels impossible. Through the window of the room on the second floor of the junior high school a college class. Ancient dark-wood desks in a square like high school history and the math teacher is taking the exam along with his students. But it’s German. His face is calm and almost smiling, gently committed to his own blissful work. As if he has all the answers. The light through the achromatic windows is that of an old library, and it flattens on a black-salt, dust-stained dirty floor from which you would never pick up the candy and eat it.

Then there’s this other dream where everything, all of the work, is miraculously completed upon my arrival. This is not that place.
This is not that place
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January 13, 2016

Apolitical landscape

Their thoughts and prayers
Do absolutely nothing
Can’t decipher that
Apolitical landscape
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July 8, 2015

Dust Road through Weenen

Dust Road through Weenen
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April 21, 2015

Power cuts

Power cuts
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April 20, 2015

She leans when she speaks

Friends ’til the end
She leans when she speaks

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April 19, 2015

A valley storm

A dirt road, South Africa.
A valley storm
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April 18, 2015

Surface dwellers

Outside up.
Surface dwellers
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Downside in.
Surface dwellers
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October 16, 2014

I’ve forgotten everything I’ve ever said

I’ve come to accept that a majority of people I come into contact with are going to tell me the same stories over and again. Or they’re going to repeat the structures of how they will tell me these stories. Exasperation, consternation, humor, reconciliation, conclusion. Wash, rinse, repeat. I’m finding myself less interested in sharing for fear of falling into ruts of this variety. The more you put the words in your mind into some kind of space to be digested, the more aware you become of the taste of the meal. If not to the right temperature, never serve.
I've forgotten everything I've ever said
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October 15, 2014

Road to the back

I’m really rusty having not made a landscape or anything that resembles something I’ve previously posted in more than a month. This was a road to the back side of a farm in South Africa.
Road to the back
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