The theme today was down the staircase the network gravity as a prelude to entropy fragments the corallary more but less orderly the IT department not answering the phone finally I left up the stairs that earlier proved elusive bruises like galaxies in hazy expansion sharp departures from the orderly unrecoverable and accelerating
A late-night musing on microbiology, weariness, to be careful with strengths that can be turned against us. I feel not unlike a rusty spring, wound up, stretched out, prone to snap. And although not a source of tetanus, I do take note of how something innocous can easily innoculate us, can cause a body to break itself.
Rain like lace. I hate this weather for its consistency. My heart is temperamental as a leaf, it turns and turns and drops at anything. Scientists think that red pigments lower the freezing point of leaves, keep them viable for longer with the heat of anger. Or, having fallen, that anthocyanins leach out to poison the roots of any competition— such ugliness begat by beauty. And at the base of every leaf, an abscission layer, for […]
[Albedo]* No stars, but the city lights over-compensate at night– this is still the world of the living. All these towers are lit up in all sorts of hues, incandescent warmth, white and cool blues, as more diffuse clouds come in over the bay, and on their belly, a feeble pink reflection– the sky between is void, matte and colorless, an unanswered question, a voice left hanging– just think of a photon traveling across the […]
Every song is more songlike– the cloud’s coloratura above the lake, birds carrying fish gripped in feet like good luck charms, for some at least, life it gives and takes, a talon or a hand is just one sort of cage, these gnats form another, atomic cloud -like above lily pads, the water dark and slack but for slow bubbles, small spheres, trapped air returning to air, entropy, natural order, beauty, everything in concert, live, […]
Everywhere, now, I see reaching– the maple branches under summer’s half -done sun, the sun’s rays themselves, every airy exhalation, the personified breeze, all momentous acts, or acts of momentum– of course this isn’t what Heisenberg meant when he wrote about uncertainty but I could be anywhere, I wouldn’t care, the principle stands– I know where I am going, now, if not just how to get there
Another day, another astrophysicist. This one says she listens to the stars– everything out there emitting radio waves, she knows them by their frequencies, tuning the dial, different things come in– births, deaths, black holes, quasars– and never saying the same thing twice, not quite, she tells me this often is overlooked, perhaps due in part to our unconscious desire to make the things we love immutable
Strange to say a starless night they’re all still up there god bear ladle monster man daughter strange to think they also live and die collapsing inward exploding out terribly constant in middle age (and strange how none go quite the same) and how we think we know them having given them names still wishing upon them strange how empty a place space is how far away these sparks the speed of light not speedy […]
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