" from a slice of all time "

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i have to remind myself to remind myself to not put all my focus on one thing or person or situation. to be that myopic gives me tunnel-vision, and i find it really hard to unlatch.

when i get into cleaning my desk at home, it turns into half-cleaning/half-reminiscing and then i get the cleaning-itch and begin to clean my floor, room, hallway, apartment. it's good to be detail-oriented, but i get lost.

the hours pass, the day wanes, the sun sets behind the buildings, behind the horizon, and it becomes nighttime becomes twilight becomes dawn. time is ceaseless until our time in this life is over, so i need to remember to take that time i have now and even it all out.

so, gone thieves of activity time, good riddance burglars of multitasking, and fare thee well appropriators of socializing. as always it is nice to have you over in small increments, but i've things to do.

thank you of your company, i've now things to do.

tonight's homework:

you are great! you are valid! you have every potential to accomplish tasks great and minuscule! shelf a mania and explore a newfound interest or activity. expand your world in metered steps.

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" a platform at all times "

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if you have something to say, speak. let the words ring out clear like the peal of a brass bell in the city square. there is no time like the present. there is no time to waste in silence.

you will be listened to; you will be heard.

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" the best impromptu idea of the day "

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"meet me in the park," and time stood still. the stars aligned, cardinals flew past, and the sun hung long and low, golden and perfect. all the trees swayed gently in the deep afternoon, while we spread out the wood and coals in the BBQ pit.

no worries left, no stresses or pressing matters to attend to. nothing but sheer blisses and friendship blossoming in that lovely conversational time between arrival and grilled chicken sandwich.

this was how the universe was supposed to be; spending time with loved ones, cooking food out of doors, talking, hiding beer consumption for the police, and riding the day out in a manner of our own choosing. simplicity and summer joys!

excelsior!

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" beyond the periphery "

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perpetually moving and sometimes never locating our perspective until is appears. it's so difficult and strained. there is no light through the trees or solace in the silence.

finding the time to sit on a bench and look at the world moving all of its parts around you as you become the fulcrum. everything so simple and transparent. there are the lovely shadows, beautiful dappled sunlight through the swaying leaves of shuffling branches. the silence broken by laughter, the whirring of engines, and the click-clacking of shoes on pavement.

close my eyes and the world goes red and warm, and i'm enveloped by a kind of love which extends and becomes infinite. clarity in thought washes over me, and the way through become more crystalline.

tonight's homework:

get out of doors, and see the world with fresh eyes. no time to waste anymore. go go go!

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" the three graces "

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remember to find some time to play. play is very important in life, and this cannot be understated.

in play you find a release of endorphins, and a lowering of self-consciousness through a flexing of creativity. you find a safe place to find your Self, explore roles, situations, and delve into the inner recesses of imagination before unleashing all that energy out into the world. there's such a flourish of beauty which transcends fears and embarrassment with elation, joy, and ceaseless fun.

it's so integral to building confidence, strength, shaping a sense of wonderment, glee, and one of those beautiful activities which will completely set you free.

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" boom sha-clack "

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it's about that time for that get outta my way, do not doubt me, outside the lines ish. the city is beginning to heat up, and i'm gearing up for a creative push.

gonna revamp some stuff, gonna update some stuff, gonna focus in, refine, produce up, and output out. keep me on point, keep me in check.

it's about to get real personal deadlines in a hot sec, and i need my collaborators to rally. there's no stopping time, but i can can now ramp up stopping procrastination and complacency. it's gonna get messy in the best ways.

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" graduated nostalgia "

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and we always seem to find ourselves here in this place, longing for a home far away. we miss there when we're here, and here when we're there. endless longing for a time fleeting, for a place in transition, for a life already lived.

to sense these shifts and be present in the current moment or location, fuels this nostalgia. and what do we do to recreate those distant happinesses, experiences, meals, lifestyles? can we get as close to a time machine as much as possible, or is it all moot?

but still we feel the pull for the known past in the wake of an unknown future. while not entirely blissfully at unawares, we still retain that level of bliss. to know that the world around us, and the endless possibility of going to those myriad of desired destinations.

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 people are just weird. it’s that easy and that complex. we have issues, quirks, lows, eccentricities, facial tics, loves in our hearts. 
 it’s increasingly less easy to be yourself in the face of social media everything. we gram our breakfasts, twitter our inane thoughts, tumblr our feelings, and FB our relationships in whatever flavor those are at any given time. 
 it’s a mess, it’s a jumble, and how can we not slip and stumble? 
 just know that there are all these other weirdos out in the world doing similarly strange things, photographing crazy stuff at oblong angles, and at times stating too much to the wrong people. 
 why even try to wrap your head around it, when we get lost in the fray and therein lies the beauty of discovery. it’s in what you make of it where it’ll all come together. 
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people are just weird. it’s that easy and that complex. we have issues, quirks, lows, eccentricities, facial tics, loves in our hearts.

it’s increasingly less easy to be yourself in the face of social media everything. we gram our breakfasts, twitter our inane thoughts, tumblr our feelings, and FB our relationships in whatever flavor those are at any given time.

it’s a mess, it’s a jumble, and how can we not slip and stumble?

just know that there are all these other weirdos out in the world doing similarly strange things, photographing crazy stuff at oblong angles, and at times stating too much to the wrong people.

why even try to wrap your head around it, when we get lost in the fray and therein lies the beauty of discovery. it’s in what you make of it where it’ll all come together.

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 note to self: 
 if you show up to a freelance gig in harlem super on time, on the correct day…but ONE MONTH TOO EARLY ( ! ! ! ), just take a calm moment to smile and laugh it off with the staff, then go explore the park nearby. 
 so there’s no gig, and it’s a snowstorm. so you have no booth, and there’s now snow in your ankle/no-show socks. so you’ve no real plan for the rest of the day, the rest of the week, the rest of the month, year, life… 
 …take a walk, take a stair-climb, take a breath of that sweet sweet fresh air, and then take some photos. because hey, it could be so much worse! 
 good times, weird day. 
 what did you end up doing yesterday? 
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note to self:

if you show up to a freelance gig in harlem super on time, on the correct day…but ONE MONTH TOO EARLY ( ! ! ! ), just take a calm moment to smile and laugh it off with the staff, then go explore the park nearby.

so there’s no gig, and it’s a snowstorm. so you have no booth, and there’s now snow in your ankle/no-show socks. so you’ve no real plan for the rest of the day, the rest of the week, the rest of the month, year, life…

…take a walk, take a stair-climb, take a breath of that sweet sweet fresh air, and then take some photos. because hey, it could be so much worse!

good times, weird day.

what did you end up doing yesterday?

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