Thursday, January 7

On childhood dreams

Impermanence once excited me. I looked at it with wonder, like that of a child seeing the stars zooming down intensely for the first time, like star rain. Just shooting down. Barely impassable. Barely. Yea. Or those times joey would make hand puppet shadow shows on the wall with a flashlight. Yea, impermanence. It all shifts, but somewhere, it still remains. Like catching fog.

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