What?

What is this existence? What is real?  What matters?  Why?  These are the things that went through his mind on a daily basis.  Why does the pond I live in smell like rotten eggs?  Why do flies taste so good on some days but not others?  Why is my skin green?  These were the types of questions that would emerge from the former questions and that would keep him awake while all the other frogs hibernated.  The last thing he asked himself regarded the deterioration of democratic institutions coinciding with the mysterious disappearance of the once strong middle class but sadly, that thought never completely formed because of the dog that ate him. 

The Duck Was Blind Presents: by Holga

Phish by Holga

Bonnaroo  2009

Looking For Comfort

She knew it was the place that people went to spend the remainder of their days and she knew the conclusion of such remainder would be the end of her life but she didn’t feel like it was the beginning of the end yet.  She knew she was old and her body failing but she also knew her mind was still capable of textures that could reflect a quality of light that took her a lifetime to cultivate.  It was the one thing she was holding on to.  As attendants led her into the dark corner of the new center of her world she looked through windows to see large buildings casting shadows into her room and shading her heart with a cool discomfort that she couldn’t avoid.  But there was also a soft radiance of light that she noticed softly filtering in from the sky so far above.  It wasn’t enough to really penetrate the shadows but she thought to herself that it was just enough and began to feel at ease, a small radiance of comfort gently pushing the shadows from her heart.

Think Insid Ethes Quare 

is the new 

Think Outside The Box

Who He Was

He was glad to finally realize what it was that he was feeling even though this realization made him realize that what he was was a fraud and an impostor.  He didn’t mean to be a fraud and an impostor but it worked out in such a way that he was the kind of fraud and imposter that didn’t even realize himself that he was a fraud and an impostor.  He truly believed that he was who he had tricked himself into believing he was even though he never truly knew who he was and was never fully comfortable being who he thought he was.  Once he knew who he really was, he knew why he often felt such discomfort with himself and he was amazed that he had deceived himself in such a way that he hadn’t even realized he had deceived himself.  It had all happened so naturally and organically that he wondered if it was what they meant when they said pathological.  Then he wondered, was he pathological?