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....
Dark strings of black coffee flow from the ceiling of the sky, with a brownish background; making it seem like the world has become as serious as it is actually not! I sometimes resent all the limits my body has taken all these years. Piercing through my heart in an upward angle in the same way an overpass over a highway would. I suddenly seek spirituality, science, poetry! each one more elegant than the other; or I wonder more truthful, or animalistic?...