21 articles of clothing unfolded from Time's suitcase
Time is a tunnel collapsing at your back. Time is a wind that blows only one way. Time is a music for sedately waltzing worlds. Time is a fire that burns longer than the stars. Time is a rhythm of three pairs of hands. Time is a compulsion, an imperative of eyes. Time is a breath that you never breathe again. Time is a roundish waveform of possible events which flattens into history like a snake that’s been run over. Time is an eagle on whose back we fly. Time is a ticking off of lists and intervals.... Time is a bomb that is always exploding with bursts like tiny fireworks going off inside your brain. Time is a river rushing over your head, drowning you in details and wetting you all over, an invisible mother who carries you in her body, whom you will never meet till she expels you into death. Time is the downward slope of matter’s course of mattering. Time is the gravity of existence’s experience, the falling waters of a myriad of moments. Time is a technical term for the endless troubling, of the unstilled deeps in the cauldron of chaos. Time is the scalding of spacial dimensions, the whiptail curling of a perturbative string. Time is the motionless movement of meaning along the abfinite tracks of material truth. Time is the glittering of sequins/ce on the evening gowns of Atman.
* Life is change.
** Born in New Jersey. (A Jersey Girl, but I don't know "What Exit".) I went to college in Iowa. (NOT in a cornfield, but close.) I was a New Yorker. The proverbial Struggling Actor in Manhattan, and surviving pretty well for 20-something-ish years (I *heart* New York.)
*** Now I live below the Mason-Dixon line. (But I'm born and bred a YANKEE.)
***For awhile, I was an avid-almost-rabid runner, running WITH my camera much of the time. I have been experiencing some "issues", but I still doggedly clod-hoppily-plod my way through events, camera usually in hand. Now I'm even SLOWER than I used to be. *** :-P ***
** I help socialize local humane society cats in their foster home, and take photos for the website. ~meow~
Awaiting my next incarnation, or not....***
I still have a phondness for photography & a recurring Flickr Addiction, so go see my photos!