It seems to me that the older I get, the more dust I inhale, the more I have to first start with taking out the dust from my gut and then start breathing. It’s just comedic.
Laughing at the dust you yourself inhaled, is therefore the first commandment. Laughing at what you let other people push into your gut, to realize its profound absurdity.
Letting the lights in from the windows of your heart. For there is nothing in nature to be vengeful about.
Light hearted tragedy, full of laughter and enthusiasm; the smell of water mixed with dust is one of the most soul cleansing.
And so I realized, that I had to stump the wind-riser whenever it tried to make the dirt fly; for if I did not, they would make a hurricane around me; all while there was no dirt on the ground to begin with…