Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
Obsolete expressions. Words capture a moment in the moment, then the moment is gone…. Is the word gone too in that case? What do we do with our words when the moments for them have passed, how do we speak?
A human being-question chasing after both God and nothingness. The internet is a disaster, but our starlessness might teach us something. I welcome our constant experimenting with ourselves with open arms, for ultimately they are attempts of life at living and growing in life. My dwelling is in Key West, while the dwellings of my loves are Indiana, New Mexico, Texas, Massachusetts and Arizona. These spaces are nothing. Love abides and love embraces. View all posts by Richard Q
Love the Dust