I shot this picture in my bathtub. Does that
mean I think the moon landing was a
It does get me thinking about outer vs. inner
space. There's a sensory
deprivation tank place
threatening to open down the street. (I think it
used to be a copy shop back in the day.)
So far it's just posters in the window of a
restaurant that opened and closed within 60
(There's been a lot of turnover in Fremont
lately due to high and rising rents. Greed kills
As much as I believe everything is connected I
can't help but feel the division between mind
Maybe it's just splitting hairs but there seems
to be a difference between waking and dreaming,
doing and thinking.
I've never felt more physically alive than when
I was terrified (clinging to a cliff face,
holding on for dear life).
But then there's another side, reaching in where
it is quiet. For me, writing is where those
two worlds collide.