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Girl on a Bike

   I bike through the swirling dust. The dust pinches my skin. The dust is cinematic. It seems, nowadays, everything is cinematic. Novels, TV, reality, cinema … dust. We have become cinemanesthasized. We are in a trance. How long will … Continue reading

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Horizon

Some silence, you see, is not golden, not really– long dark shadow cast.   (Artwork by Mark Rothko)

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