sleep_is_a_strange_city fyn gula in a taxi on a road of clouds i see my mother and my brother, both of them traveling to a city i don't know, unafraid, free from the usual anxiety. i grunted in alarm, in savage protest of their danger. but, my pillow was a flashing red light that limited me to the boundaries somewhere between science and art, the public and the private, east and west. i am always trying to find a balance between these opposing forces that place where opposites meet where water will flow from stone and glass will flow like water. 030114 ... amy "it is beautiful. why is it so?" rather than the weight of history telling us all the answers, may we meet them in the middle, somehow. configuration: aquarius 030114 ... c r 0 w l "...and travel between worlds ..." he clicked off the ipod. 080115 ... p darker, but not by enough 080115 what's it to you? who go blather from