(photo from the nytimes today)
physical distancing while worshipping at mecca
the world burns
and nothing is born
translation from the bible diary into computer fonts
involves loss of senses
in the state of dream and sleep the silent voice lit a little light and when 👁 woke up 👁 was gonna dive deep into an essay of the self and
one´s place in the universe
instead when 👁 sat down too type this essay, temptation/time tempted 👁 and 👁 pressed the nytimes button and got sucked into the delicious taste of the news
there is no essay and drawing
and the deadlines of the ordinary world, art fair tings, emails, have crept noisily in
👁 am reminded of the temptations and diversions along the heroine's journey and also this passage in
"the perennial philosophy"
"listening four or five times a day to newcasters and commentators, reading the morning papers and all the weeklies and monthlies - nowadays, this is described as
"taking an intelligent interest
saint john of the cross would have called it indulgence in idle curiosity and the cultivation of disquietude for disquietude´s sake"
refreshing the nytimes!
pressing the instagram button for endorphine likes hits!
for tommorow´s weather!
these are all god-eclipsing
the yummiest ting
has no refresh or taste or sensation
waiting for the direct light
for a brief moment in an
all cloud day
first direct light
last direct light