We are all born special — a unique manifestation of an incredible series of coincidences in the narrative-time matrix
Our relationship to this specialness — the displaced gnostic royalty — is so common its generic
We have forgotten back in 2015 when they landed in our backyard — the porch is completely different — our neighbor’s side paneling is a bit dirtier — what other ‘special’ visitations have we forgotten about
To seek specialness is to be like everyone else — seeking the external — covering up our true selves
“SPECIAL — SPECIAL — WHAT DO YOU GET? ANOTHER DAY OLDER AND DEEPER IN DEBT” — VIOLENT FEMMES WHO I HOPE TO SEE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 30 YEARS ON THE 17th
Mann i love these—perfect little curated museum exhibits to parse through. I should open these more often.
That short little time lapse at sundown has me wistfully wishing for nautical adventures.