If reality was like a painting, would you try to enter the imaginary space of the painting, or would you pull aside the canvas to catch the painter in the act of creation?
Sometimes I’m struck with how unable I would ever have been to appreciate recent readings in “Dynamics of Time and Space” without the support of Jack Petranker and the online TSK class. Imagining myself reclining
What do I have to do with the sky? It doesn’t drape me With a living curtain like the sea, Doesn’t open me to coral Or to moving shoals Dense
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