liminal landscape shimmer
softening awakening
to the dream

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The world feels particularly dreamy right now. Cool mornings are perfect for dreaming, before the heat presses in, before the blankets, the air, become too heavy.

I wake, confused about the day, the year. Is it 2019 or 1989? Lying in bed, before I start thinking, I see music notes, there – they’re in the air behind my eyelids, I read them – C, D, G, yes – I haven’t forgotten!

Another layer of forgiveness, for this crooked path I have taken. When the end of the road is really the end, and music makes me feel more alive than any other thing – even more than riding my bike in the woods, even more than painting, even more than sex . . . those years of silence one big circle back to where I left off . . . no time to regret the detour, just move forward with sound, rhythm, color, and gratitude.

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More time slipping. We bought a tape deck from the local thrift/used bookstore so we could hear our old music. I made a video of Spacebugs.

Weird stuff from the early 90s – San Francisco. Nano-technology prediction . . .

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August 26, 2019
Flagstaff, Arizona

Sometimes I feel magic coming back; it’s a feeling of hope and excitement. 

August 25, 2026
Hudson Valley, NY