There are times when you need to decide one direction or another… They happen rather often. But this time.around, i am faced with an appocolyptic situation in which there is no room for decision, but action. Both the saints and devils are pushing me forward… Not back or lateral… But forward …
expelled from a dark office
and now slowly walking the city
the romantic lonliness
closed shops
lovers holding hands
i am not invisible…
but I have the city…
It has been a while… a long while
make decisions and now it is
time to take further action
inspiration to learn, to change
to rid myself of old and
renew my life with fresh air, good energy
good friends
I ask for divine help
to shove this forward…
for San Francisco
Key in one hand, other hand hold on in fear.
There comes a time in which you are beaten over the head with the keys to a doorway that you have been begging to pass through, yet somehow, you find yourself standing at the threshold grinding your teeth because you hate the fact that you dont have the courage to pass through…
Between a nail and a dull stone…
Good judgement is like a sharp nail…
Drinking is a large boulder of sand stone…
In the end.. a nail gets worn down…
The difference..
The difference between being lonely and alone is how comfortable you feel in your own skin…
The stare
Chugging along on the trains, commuting to a temp job. And five rows down facing me is a person staring off into space.. and their eyeys sre in my direction.. staring right through me like a ghost
One year ago today
one year ago today, it was a rainy easter Sunday. The weather was exactly the same as it is here in the San Francisco Bay area. The smells and activities were a bit different. Food was a little more rich and locals were far Catholic than the self righteous uber-libeeral elite of Berkeley.
Easter Sunday in Salta, Argentina was magical in its own strange right. The day was sleepy, rainy and perhaps a bit chilly. Clouds were swirling off from the Andes mountain range, shops were closed and the city center was focused on religious activities.
Just as it is today, sleepy, rainy…. perfect for reading a book.
The wonderful sense of pulling yourself out of a small hole
The past year has been a trying time of searching for employment and picking about the same rocks on the pavement. But it seems not that I am slowly coming out of that rut. even for just a little while, the promise of employment is always good to help the soul.
…Meanwhile.. back at the ranch…
After a long Hiatus, this website will be up and running again. Forward young man, Forward.