the page as a work of the highest of art
the linearity of temporality is page-ended. turn another one and head in another direction. for the sick and tired a single page is enough. negotiating new ideas, having expectations dashed, raising hopes, living out dreams; all of these and more take so much energy and so many pages. crafted word strings printed on a leaf blown in the wind. i gather them up and turn them through my bed of ideas, water and wait with plenty of sunlight. what pages may grow.