the floating*

when all is relative, when all is arbitrary, what has happened to meaning? if there is no meaning to the simple and little  things, what happens to the bigger things? the bigger things void of meaning, what happens to the big things? when everything moves, where is peace? (it is full moon, i know) _________________ […]

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smells as they brighten

Beyond the Pear Tree has this wonderful post of favourite smells. which inspired me to think of some, too. the order is inconsequential. masala incense meat frying freshly baked rye bread raw earth in autumn smoke of a campfire warm leather wind when thaw is about to set in coffee garlic sausage diesel fuel fresh […]

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