awash in a
vortex of stuff, every time i visit maui i
pledge to downsize
ASAP. so why is it one of the first things i did
yesterday was pick up
this LP
on hold at wall of
sound? then tonight during georgetown
artwalk i blew $2 on a
novelty country 45.* these are small
acquisitions, but i must watch out--they add up
& everything you own is a burden on your
soul.
mine is ballasted by books and records, feels
like i'm swimming in molasses when just
days ago i moved freely as disembodied
energy, zero G, suspended between a
molten mirror & lattices of diffracted
sunlight crackling like electricty across
miniature mountains of sandy bottom.
what a
thrilling contrast to go from
that to city
bus and scruffy
lavatory!
but i enjoy meeting new people, such
as sophia
wheelwright, maker of this
window screen mesh sculpture. when i
likened it to the underside of the ocean
surface, she knew just what i meant.
[bare bones]
*actually,
i begged Sarah to buy it for me because i'd
given her all my cash in the morning towards
her purchase
of a 17' aluminum grumman canoe from a
guy who whined in his ad that no one would
paddle with him anymore.
it became obvious why when he started
feeling us out for hard right sympathies,
starting with some light antivax
humor then quickly moving on to
simpering MAGA worship and unhinged Q-anon
fantasy. nice guy, otherwise.
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