AUTHOR.CALHO: If I didn't write it, I would be hitch hiking cross country to Maine and then Alaska in that order. While taking frequent breaks to spread leaflets. And sit in diners. And write on things because I wasn't at a computer. I may still do that in a few years. Writing this also helps me forget about and better understand the limitations of being human, and keeps me busy enough to allow me no free time to burn the world down.

THEMATIC.ABOUT : Collapse often. The things that hold people together and hold them apart and scatter brains. The things that make thoughts go boom. The things that ooh and aah and [expletive deleted]. Sometimes poking around the margins where responsibility ends and the only one to look to is the Original Equipment Manufacturer and say "but, I already pressed 9 for more options and the menus are exactly the same. Can you just replace it?" The answer will be: "please hold." Sometimes hanging out in dark corners. Sometimes following the train tracks. Looking for ways out and ways in and all the while sharing the things seen and heard and done and drawn and written and scorched and healed and teased and caged and dreamed along the way.

12/18/16

That Instant

you realized what you wanted to do was write.  Not necessarily the sound of the future, not the sound of the past, a sound.  13 years ago, an idea started to bloom and you did everything you were supposed to do to avoid it and embrace it in other ways.   I went through dark times and bright times.  I shifted blame and the blood edge of the knife and the adventures and the lens.

I switched who could be the protagonist and the anti. I prayed on it and asked for direction and gave up my soul to whomever could be and believed in math and science, chance and luck.  I gave up and forgot and danced like a rhinoceros in the breeze until I couldn't.

And I realized I have a passion for creation.  All paths lead that way, by fire, by ice, by leaf, by wind, by void,  moon & sol, stations & interstellar sea.

you realize I have the misfortune to live at an insterstellar gate-

counting droplets of blood in zero gravity.

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