Wednesday, January 16, 2019
Sunday, September 30, 2018
It's strange how quick the world can shift, considerable mixed feelings about even documenting life. Redundant screen burn, a connection, a hand, distraction. Looking into cars as drivers look into their tiny computer. Walk across the street without looking. Buy organic but drink heavily. Complain about consuming the world's natural resources but start a family. I remember inspiration, but exist in a shit-hole loop, a city expanding while being consumed. Staring at the wall today I thought of fresh snow; silence, and the smell of evergreen trees. Maybe in the end we're all seeking nothing, an activity, movement pure and immersive. So we work toward freedom, keep these machines running, stay healthy enough to enjoy what you can. If that fails; make some coffee and find some fresh socks.
Eventually his tire had other ideas...
Tuesday, July 17, 2018
Saturday, January 13, 2018
There's a joy in pushing friction, getting loose, watching friends slide out.. Even if it's in a low speed oval. Think about nothing for half a dozen circle laps, talk about going in a circle in a circle, even your beer can has a circle top. Potato salad, picnic table. Imagine if we were amateur wrestlers, glitter trash in the Elks Lodge.
Otto's was a great summer morning.