Sunday Sundries

The imaginary spaces of summer

Even now — I’m missing summer — how wonderful I’ve found this Division Street between the vines — How better can we say it?

For those of you who are new here — and all of us are — considering how far it stretches forward and back without us — I spent yesterday going down the @midjourney rabbit hole

meanwhile — just down the road — The Woodchucks burrowed into graves fresh — sunken and refilled

Beyond (HERE) Expect Flashing GIFS

Which one of us doesn’t feel like Gregor on certain days?

Is it any different than awakening and being called by your name or being labeled human?

If we should wake and find we’ve become a rose — rather than a cockroach — would the metamorphosis be any easier? Or would the thorny problems overwhelm us?

Indeed — the stained glass has shifted since other imagined summers

Not from a different summer — although this is — simply a different angle —different world — If you compare the 2 photos — this is summer ghost glass

See? It is as I told you — an imaginal summer

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 8/14/2022

For those of you in winter-spring is around the corner — March 25th — 2019