(Source: billdaniel)
(Source: billdaniel)
Magriel “Backgammon”
It is 4:405 am
I began this ‘blog’ to impress exactly one person. Two, actually. But one was a lost cause.
Only blessings.
[forgot]
/ there is no blossom / here we are all fallow ground / leave it up to gods /
Most of the really important things I do—the beautiful things—happen in the interstitial moments between hard-scheduled events. I keep my calendar full in a way to increase those probabilities.
Two thirds of every day, two thirds of my life, I’ve held apple products. I’ve touched that design more than I’ve touched all humans.
What dull worlds we’ve turned down. Waking up each day knowing something even better was on the way. Another pack of film to be exposed.
Modeling languages to speak our dreams. The dreams of us, of waves and the majesty of california light. Shaping colors into notes. Enmeshed and becoming more so.
The title of a book, “How we became post-human” echoes now as: which post-humans we became.