these days
I am inherently curious, opinionated, introverted, and absurdly passionate.
I like for everything to matter
for it all to be important
for the continuous renegotiation of what we thought we knew and where we believed it all belonged or fit or somehow imagined it was always meant to be
– especially these days
art is life is art is us because in making sense of the world we are inherently creating and organizing – pursuing better ways of thinking, interpreting and articulating; and in the best versions of ourselves we do it well enough to see each other reflected in how we choose to interface with the world through work and worship and food and festivities and the myriad ways we gather
– especially these days
tisaac
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the right time to write
on the “Harvey” bench at Bartram, at one of those angles where the city fades away and the water is blue – I’ve been waiting for the right place to write, the right time; the right light. The right pen, the right words. The right sound of birds or insects or rustling leaves. The right…