Its always a bit saddening and yet at the same time liberating when one begins the process of stashing one's life into a series of plastic rubbermaid containers. That's a good portion of the story of my day; along with various other nefarious tasks such as going to the bank, dealing with my inside source at the IRS, going to the liquor store at 9:30 in the morning (to gather an assortment of cardboard),and all the while remembering to breath.
"Woke up at sunrise, my eyes were glazed"-M.A. Morelli
The particular motives for moving into a combination of chain-link fence storage facility/truck/rubbermaid containers(soon to evolve into custom pine shelving) and former ski-chalet are the fact that on Sunday, sometime after coffee and breakfast at On the Rise, I shall proceed to transfer my existence to the fine institution known as Yestermorrow. For those in the dark, check this , a fine place indeed. In fact, the very place where the custom pine shelving I previously spoke of will be born, along with numerous other devices of varying purpose such as; the 27" saw blade dinner gong, the I Ching table, the one piece stump rocking chair, and God only knows what else.
I guess there is some benefits to pushing oneself closer and ever closer to a radically simplistic way of taking the next step. Unfortunately there is always some sort of flip side, this time being the unraveling of a plot forged in the fires of history. Ancient Chinese philosophers and Indian monsoons have witnessed this story play itself out over the winds of yesterday and the imagined tomorrows. Two nights left. It is strange and wonderful when one is dialed into the mystery of a queen . She is surely awesome and worth every second of love and hopefully believes that goodbyes are illusions.
"A butterfly floats in the breeze of a sunlit day, as I feel this reality gently fade away"- The Beastie Boys
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