WHAT IS THIS PLACE?
Somewhere, between here & nowhere.
Purpose: curated thoughts & art, archiving an accumulation of perceptivity into the view of seen/unseen
Idle sea of empty faces
Drifting through a vacant wasteland
Once ruled by wavering band and tribes
Life, a phenomenal experience
All moments their own window in time
Take me back to a cold night
Wandering, down the street
kicking rocks, jamming out loud
The sweet gold sounds of pavement
Chaos in my ears
The big dipper's out
my headphones louder than the silence outside
calling life as I see it, a big fat zero
and with that I carry the zero
and feel no crushing weight
I was born
Built to spill
In this short time trap
Could I find what’s real?