Old Bull Lee

A small gift buried near you, a small part of me that was there when I grew up 10 years in one afternoon, when I gave up my teenage angst, when I gave up the dreams and the hopes from childhood to embrace new ones; not when I stopped being a teenager or stopped behaving and dreaming like one, because, as I learned from you, the journey only ends in Wagdas and mine is still far from that. Maybe when I build myself an Orgon Box I'll be a little closer...

 

there

You expect me to prefer that amazing old city light to the only think I can do.

You expect me to give away all this time. But you never asked me for my time.

So, I suppose I can't complain, when you don't have time for anything but running errands for someone else.

It seems you don't have the need, the urge or the will, simply the will to reach me...

It is not the ocean, but it may be the time or the way we dealt with it.

I miss you and I don't, with you it's probably the same.

I'm not sure if I'm jealous or if I don't care at all. And what hurts is not knowing what I feel this time.

I was expecting you could show me, but it takes an extra effort and I start to doubt you're able to forget about you for a second and try to do it  (hey, what's the surprise?! that's your introduction line)

please?

61:3

the bible says: "To all who mourn in Israel, he will give a crown of beauty for ashes, a joyous blessing instead of mourning, festive praise instead of despair. In their righteousness, they will be like great oaks that the Lord has planted for his own glory."

 Photo by William Gedney

I say: "Give me my crown of beauty, a joyous blessing and a festive praise, please, 'cause 61 divided by 3, all at the same time is a lot of people and I just hope that by the end I feel like a great oak, but more alive"

the lab

Welcome to the Experiment!
Please read the instructions very carefully.
It is very important that proper protocol is followed.
(or someone will get hurt...)

 

New boots are now old boots

All that's new at one given time will eventually get old. That's what happened with the new boots that now seem old to me. I lack the discipline to have shiny new boots and keep them updated. So, I decided I should write only for me in any language I feel like... There are no new boots after all, it's all part of a continuum in one moment or another, in one continent or another...