Unburied Papyrus

Embroiled in the enigma of existence in more strange & unsettling times, one must hold onto the miracle or risk becoming one of the walking dead. These entries are a poor approximation of my life & the wonders that pass through my spirit. If I could communicate properly how much I love you all & assign a tireless list of evolving names that fit I would, instead I offer these random reflections.

Monday, December 05, 2005

Anathema or A Different Place

How to start. The world was created by syllables or thought or from the something that magically arose out of the nothing. Like a thunderbolt I would reemerge in your lives to harken you back to your greatest dreams but alas I am a wanderer whose staff has more miles to cross.

I am in love again. I live in Portland. I have a new job position that involves the word steward (tasty word). The girl I am in love with is great but a tad emotional at our distance right now. This new play that has been coming through me is kicking my ass right now. As of yesterday, I have a little niece named Indrea. The neighborhood I live in has a main street full of small businesses with nary a large corporation. Yay!

I was gonna get all eloquent and talk about how one's character shapes one's fate but I need to get back to work on reading Marcus Aurelius' Meditations. I'll post again soon.

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