hit and run

I float past like a ghost, hoping to hold more meaning than I ever have imagined possible.

Somehow, I know I do.



What does it mean that

Emphasis is on the last word,

Rather than those between the first and former.

The word is not spoken,

but an action.



In these moments,

The act is needless and selfish and hurtful.

But a breeze by a bicycle,

Is an image of an opportunity lost.

Nicholas Roerich, 1933
The Way to Shambhala
Tempera on canvas
C/o: Nicholas Roerich Museum, NY

I find it comforting to look at this peak and imagine the Buddhist Shangri-La as a golden warmth of contentment. If peace appeared this emblazoned and desirable, well then, I suppose it would not be true ‘contentment’, would it?
  • Camera: Fujifilm FinePixS2Pro

Nicholas Roerich, 1933

The Way to Shambhala

Tempera on canvas

C/o: Nicholas Roerich Museum, NY

I find it comforting to look at this peak and imagine the Buddhist Shangri-La as a golden warmth of contentment. If peace appeared this emblazoned and desirable, well then, I suppose it would not be true ‘contentment’, would it?

Foreigner

Writing letters to people I see everyday but with whom I have knotted ties turns into ironic multipage manifestos on tortured love and honesty. But it feels like progress?

It feels stranger to be realizing all of the things that I should be feeling. Over intellectualizing is a gross burden of a mental disorder, shredding potential and leaving the debris to be sewn together by logic. It appears whole, but its seams are never tight enough to provide for the warmth of emotion, or comfort. 

More troubling is the lack of connection with the individuals to whom these letters are addressed. Same flooding of intellect, dissection, leaving raw the remains. 

Way Out No. 6, Himalayas, Jammu and Kashmir, India, May 2014
  • Camera: Canon PowerShot G15
  • Aperture: f/3.5
  • Exposure: 1/2000th
  • Focal Length: 28mm

Way Out No. 6, Himalayas, Jammu and Kashmir, India, May 2014