His name is Adam. Her name is Eve. He carried with him a curiosity for all that was new and unknown. She, an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. The vivacious anguish of aging. Adam, before he ate from the Tree of … Continue reading
mid 1960’s he was in vietnam, a marine. boot camp leave school learn how to shoot. she was in san francisco, a hippie. peace love art youth start seeking truth. he came back from the war and marched in protest … Continue reading
the only thing constant is change said heraclitus around the year 500 BC. (supposedly). it’s funny to write those words two thousand five hundred and eleven some odd years later and wonder why we still don’t get it, collectively.
observe the shifting of your atomic arrangement as you read this, compared to when reading the post titled Doing it to death, i could write a book. You were wide-eyed, seemingly awakened, and therefore looked as a sensational conquerer feels, … Continue reading
The time now is to build: Create. Read. Write. Incite. Nothing stays the same, every night I go to bed, knowing I’ve been changed