Restaurant to Another World

Restaurant to Another World

The Long Goodbye (leaving CO on the 24th)

Atey Gailan

Sometimes

"My soul turns and goes back to the place Where, a thousand forgotten years ago, The bird and the blowing wind Were like me, and were my brothers. My soul turns into a tree, And an animal, and a cloud bank. Then changed and odd it comes home And asks me questions. What should I reply?"
- Hesse, 1995

Line I Wrote in 2009

Today the clouds filled the sky, but framed the sun so that I could still be able to see brighter things.

That Dream Again

Atey Gailan

Sakura Quest

Becoming Nature

"We discovered painfully how to see with a million eyes at once, how to feel the texture of the atmosphere with a million wings."
- Olaf Stapledon, Star Maker

Yee Naldlooshi (Skinwalker) by Annie Owens

Writing Idea Fragment - Overpopulation

Over eleven billion people on Earth in the year 2100. More than 90% of the world's surface has been reclaimed by nature. Where do all the humans live?
Because habitable land on Earth has become a graveyard many times over; hallowed burial grounds are only considered such by the current society, and those of our predecessors relegated to strip malls and apartment complexes. So grew the movement for the unlimited, which would preserve the only livable planet known in the universe, and it was called Digitize and Destroy.

Tomorrow is My Last Day Working in CO

After my last day of work
Before moving to St. Louis
I go to have my fortune read
The daily combo: clip and read
A new haircut for a new beginning
The stylist stares at the clippings
On the floor, the bottom of the cup
And divines my future.

Mob Psycho 100

DMT, the Somnambulist

The following notes were taken during an experience with several years old DMT. The substance still maintained a 'powdered Parmesan cheese with a hint of mushroom' smell, but the effect felt much shorter lived due to the presumed number of half-lives that have passed.

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DMT is related to and like dreaming - even once the sojourn is over, you continue to live there, meditatively and observe from afar.

The trip is the coming on and coming back, like traveling. What people call a "trip" is really a short stay somewhere else, a sojourn.

It feels logical, acute. You can see science up close, or the intimations of it, like distant fireworks in the electrical circuits of a bulb. It's not sexual in any way. Those organs become numb and shrink and you become ambiguous.

The body doesn't realize discomfort; the body becomes paralyzed in whatever position is last.

The eyes in drug-drooped state must be manually forced open to take in maximal light! Our organic cameras. Leave the mouth open, but swallow every few seconds. The body forgets to take in enough oxygen and swallow collecting saliva. The body remembers before the moment you would choke, but it's good to take the initiative. An open mouth will take in more oxygen than the nose.

The edges of things becomes more distinct. You realize how much blank space is between things, as if our sober eyes tries to stitch everything together into a single patchwork. You feel like you can see the subtle differences in a clay pot, as if seeing where a finger or palm may have pressed its creation.

You are the stretched ecstasy of tiredness.

Popcorn-textured ceilings are the best way to tell when the active experience is over. In the beginning, it appears to be organic and alive, like the filaments of jellyfish or coral, or the stretching of plant roots. Patterns may appear. In the end, it slowly swirls and churns like clouds on a windy or stormy day.

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Place to Place

Sometimes

Sometimes-
I read an article title and want to click on it.
And sometimes-
I visit the IKEA website and want to buy things.
Then I realize what's going on and run to the other room.

Breakfast of Champions

Cowboy Bebop

Koi to Uso

Black Road

The Sky is Broken

The clouds opened above Denver and let out a snow that hung almost motionless, as if blown from the mountain. The snow was aflame, tinting everything orange - tiny campfires in the sky.
The sky was broken. Somewhere, someone dialed 1-800.

Sleeping In

View From Saturday

Place to Place