On this bright cool morning, in which every moment dies alone like a feral cat in the woods, curled and ashamed in the hollow of a fallen tree, I can’t help hearing a construction team cutting stone on the street below.
It does get a little confusing but this series is more of an alter ego, and intended it to be a little more impressionistic or surrealist than my usual voice
"Pulverized squirrels and flattened bags of fast food commit the same cardinal offense of existing." We might call this the democracy of the unjustifiable, where all that exists claims the same essential equality of absurd being. In such a context, how much more absurd are the tinkle-tankle fiddlings of human hierarchies, the league table rankings of flatulent greatness.
The only consolation possible: that laughter which most resembles the yelping of a whipped cur.
Who's hungry?!
Thoroughly enjoyed this, paired with the music of Hanai Rani. They wander together.
Thanks, Jeff. I checked out a little Hanai, that's a nice choice.
"I want to know where those stories came from. No one tries to explain it." Spinoza, Nietzsche, Jung, Freud, Frazer, Graves... not exactly no one.
It does get a little confusing but this series is more of an alter ego, and intended it to be a little more impressionistic or surrealist than my usual voice
Maybe the subheading "autofiction" or something might make that intent more apparent. But anyway, I'm happy that Dilbert lives again.
Well, it’s a character
Is it CC? I thought it was your own nonfictional voice. Silly me
"Pulverized squirrels and flattened bags of fast food commit the same cardinal offense of existing." We might call this the democracy of the unjustifiable, where all that exists claims the same essential equality of absurd being. In such a context, how much more absurd are the tinkle-tankle fiddlings of human hierarchies, the league table rankings of flatulent greatness.
The only consolation possible: that laughter which most resembles the yelping of a whipped cur.