Not many years ago I walked around (I do mean around) auckland central and waited for the night to end sitting on the wharf at Waterfront.
I would have wanted to listen to this.
Thanks to Apple for this great ringtone. I played the melody with variations on my little keyboard in my office.
The cover art is derived from the same Pixelmator project file as my upcoming … album … Gold. Hence the reuse of Voyager Golden disk imagery.
Do not walk circles in tomorrow’s maze.
Some don’t see it,
“A stright slope … “,
tired travelers would say
“straght to hell,
or maybe heaven.”
Caverous walls resound their proclaim
On it meanders, along the uncertain.
Half lit. Half dark.
You fret (as humans do).
Is there reason not to?
Do not let tomorrow’s teeth
gnaw today’s bread.
Do not let its distant glare
blind the path beneath your tread.
Breathe, my dear.
Know grief, but do not kneel to its ghost.
Hold joy, but do not clutch its fading ember.
Let life sway—unmet, unnamed.
Walk now.
Breathe.
Begin.
Cleaning digital archives feels like beachcombing at twilight – countless shards of memories wash ashore with each wave, their edges softened by time’s tides. We kneel to collect these cognitive mollusks, knowing most will crumble at a touch, yet still hoping to find one whorled chamber intact enough to whisper forgotten thoughts.
(more…)My previous visit to the Göttingen City Cemetery was on the second of October, four months ago. I guess this is poised to become a tradition. Though, as this essay hopefully makes clear, future trips are unlikely to generate new essays or photo journals.
(more…)A continuation of the previous post.
In Series …
THE APERIODICALS
Local (personal, potentially shallow, and subject to change) outlooks on science, technology, growth, and occasionally culture and history. The goal is to write something every week, but whether it can make its way to FWPhys is random. Hence the series title.
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