Water without drowning

30 07 2010

I’m starting a new series. Actually I’m reworking some stories that I’d already written called Open 24 hrs. This could be a slow process and I’ll probably mix in some other visual work as I put them out there. On my other sight I talked aboutg dog days. I’m certainly feeling down recently. Too many appointments. With my doctor, dentist, eye doctor. Too many bills. My wife going through a bad spell at work. And general malais. Plus feeling sorry for oneself. I gotta lose weight. Drink more water. Without drowning.

Who dies alone

29 07 2010

We are the social animal who dies alone. Descartes was wrong. It is not that we doubt our own existence. It is that we cannot forget it. It is so clear to us that we fall prey to the illusion that no one else exists. That the world is our dream. There is a huge gulf between the one and the all. Between me and the universe. And as we grow older we become aware that even our physical being is part of that universe. And so we sink deeper into the black hole that is our consciousness. Until it disappears.  And then…

A World Inside A World

26 07 2010

Jack is a world inside a world. A dream inside a dream. Einstein inside Newton. Hemingway inside Aristophanes. A noun inside a verb. An idea inside an acorn. It is the knot that we call consciousness.

Pain will wake them up

23 07 2010

Although Jack is considered a paradise, there is a cost to pay. People often get lost. Wandering around the planet in a kind of stupor. Passing through villages. Schoolyards filled with children. Parking lots filled with lovers. Not seeing anyone. As if they were blind. And at the same time calling out for help. Which has initiated a national debate. About mercy killing. Some want the freedom to go up to these poor souls and put a bullet into their brain. Others argue that they should be tortured first. In the hope that pain will wake them up.

Jack – the cost of sadness

19 07 2010

Every man on Jack is a fool. Of no more importance than the moth. The grey one. Who flies into the flame. Here so briefly. And then. Blown out. And yet, does the universe speak? Does it even dare to reply? When he stands up. And asks why. Does it even show its face. In the face of so much. Sadness.

Jack – Airflight

15 07 2010

Before your flight to Jack, you are given a shot. Which puts you out. Then you are put in a box. The boxes roll along a treadmill and are packed into the airplane in  one of the dozens of dresser drawers. Like socks and underwear. Upon arrival you are taken out of the airplane still asleep. You are bathed. Your clothes are changed. And you are placed in the departure lounge where a special gas is released. Upon awakening all the passengers feel alert and lively and complaining about the food.


12 07 2010

I tried emptying my mind of all thoughts. (Stereotype of meditation) To relax. To reach some form of zen. It seems impossible. On Jack, if you empty your mind, existence disappears.