March 2012
22 posts
Play
0:08
When I go for a walk in the wind, create a sculpture, write a jazz essay, recite a monologue, take a picture, see a concert, sing a harmony, stand, talk, sit, think, my heart pounds.
Sensations are so strange and breathtaking.
Being alive is kind of exciting in that way..
“I saw a piece of shit today.
It reminded me of you.”