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i’ve avoided / shied away from this space for jotting notes on process
seems to be thinner bits
spaced
farther
and
farther
apart
fearing the cryptic obscurity of this place resembling a Rorschach blot
fearing…
fearing vulnerability, in a sense.
opening up – to myself and for myself – on a blog, on the internet.
the most public place i’ve know, yet still feeling all my-byself.
sometimes i wonder… “am i alone here… everywhere?”
maybe.
maybe i am all by myself, here
something drew me here this afternoon. an irresistible urge. to see who i am here – leave some evidence of my voice, my standpoint, my perspective on 20220912.
and to continue investigating vulnerability in a space like this, expressed —> like this <—
a little perspective – cause it might not be so clear later on
and, leaving a few words from time to time might help weave things together…
a couple-few, for old time’s sake.
estate of mind
'Black Power: The Politics of Liberation in America'by Kwame Ture(foremerly known as Stokely Carmichael)&Charles V. Hamilton
eye-to-eye
‘Eye-To-Eye Animal Encounters’
should i ever happen to be in an embrace with a croc (or any other apex predator, for that matter) i’m hoping for more “let’s make music together… let’s make sweet harmony!”
bon appétit, baby!
