Don’t Know Con/Jur/d, 4/25/2021 Not much left, he said any grand gesture you’re planning is smaller in size, tiny contrasted to the light shining on a microscopic speck of red sand among billions and billions of others on a silent planet, beneath a swirling sky, where sound becomes tactile heard via tremor, rumble, vibration circling, a too-small Sun, whose outsized imprint, causes a different leveling in every, rock, liquid, organism whose ripples are lightyears and lightdecades wide. Despite knowing they’re just words, barely a trace on a fractional surface of objects, subjects, souls trying unsuccessfully to fill the infinite hollow, in every, direction, temporality, topology you think knowing will solve for an unaskable, unknowable, unfathomable question.
Sunday’s are about ‘you,’ y’all. So If you take a picture and feel like ‘Hey, this would be cool on gate(less), send it my way. Just remember I’ll probably ignore it and if it does catch my attention, it’ll probably be edited, beyond recognition.
Or I’ll just post it as is without attribution.
Many, many thanks,