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Fragments of a Whole >

Like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding

String theory

String theory

Nervous systems

Nervous systems

There are things to be said. No doubt. And in one or another they will be said. But to whom tell the silences?

There are things to be said. No doubt. And in one or another they will be said. But to whom tell the silences?

How fragile we are, between the few good moments.

How fragile we are, between the few good moments.

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A third

A third

Ways of seeing.

Ways of seeing.

Ways of being seen.

Ways of being seen.

Always existing in two places - here and somewhere else.

Always existing in two places - here and somewhere else.

What I want most, is to know what you hear in the silence between us.

What I want most, is to know what you hear in the silence between us.

A big bug.

A big bug.

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3:43. I walked into the ocean. Not to drown, but to be held by something reluctant to let go.

3:43. I walked into the ocean. Not to drown, but to be held by something reluctant to let go.

I'd spent the last _ years trying to build some kind of a skin, so I wouldn't drip with blood every time I brushed up against something.

I'd spent the last _ years trying to build some kind of a skin, so I wouldn't drip with blood every time I brushed up against something.

When nothing softens the grief, may the grief soften me.

When nothing softens the grief, may the grief soften me.

It's crowded on the C train, it's crowded in the brain

It's crowded on the C train, it's crowded in the brain

I have enough tenderness, to fill all the silences

I have enough tenderness, to fill all the silences

52 Hz Blue - You have to be your own song to be found

52 Hz Blue - You have to be your own song to be found

Blue in the City

Blue in the City

Ch 2: Swimming in the deep

Ch 2: Swimming in the deep

Persistence of Memories

Persistence of Memories

A loop and a limbo.

A loop and a limbo.

Swallowing a teaspoon of neutron star - Kahan ho tum?

Swallowing a teaspoon of neutron star - Kahan ho tum?

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