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I came across this today. I liked it.

There is a silence that cannot speak.
There is a silence that wil not speak.
Beneath the grass the speaking dreams and beneath the dreams is a sensate sea. The speech that frees comes forth from that amniotic deep. To attend its voice, I can hear it say, is to embrace its absence. But I fail the task. The word is stone.
I admit it.
I hate the stillness. I hate the stone. I hate the sealed vault with its cold icon. I hate the staring into the night. The question thinning into space. The sky swallowing the echoes.
Unless the stone bursts with telling, unless the seed flowers with speech, there is in my life no living word. The sound I hear is only sound. White sound. Words, when they fall, are pock marks on the earth. They are hailstones seeking an underground stream.
If I could follow the stream down and down to the hidden voice, would I come at last to the freeing word? I ask the night sky but the silence is steadfast. There is no reply.
-Joy Kogawa-

I went for a walk last night and shot a couple photos. Vancouver's alright.

music to move to.

I've spent the last 3 days moving into a new place. In the process I stumbled across this old photograph. I love how old photos can take you a million miles away.

If i only knew then what i know now.

Thanks for everything Lee...

This is for all you cats hollering for an update…

I’ve been low. Life has its swings for me and this last week as been a hard one. From all time highs, to dizziness of hell’s inferno, I’ve arrived home at an almost all time low. But today was a wake up call, a Holyfield cross to the glass jaw of Mike Tyson type wake up.

My mom’s an occupational therapist. Meaning she helps people live who’ve been disabled, she helps them do basic functions, stay healthy, avoid getting bed sores, fixing their wheelchairs, that type of shit. Basic shit. Today she needed my help, so I hop in my truck an head over to her patient Dan’s house, who has been super sick as of late, he’s gained a lot of weight and can’t really function as he used to, he’s gone from a dude who 2 years ago used to do everything for himself, although his hands don’t even function properly and he has no body function from his upper chest down to someone who can’t get out of bed. Basically I helped lift him off his wheelchair and onto his bed so my mom could fix the cushion on his wheelchair. His life’s real. Paralyzed at 26, getting sick, loosing ability to function independently, still super positive and grateful to be around.

He hit the shit home for me. What the fuck am I down about. For real. I as most of us, if you’re reading this blog, you most likely have as much as I. We’ve got it all. No reason to be down, so if you’re reading this now, and feeling down or low, think about the positives in life, cause there are so many. Family, friends… those that go the distance, those that hold us. And then take that energy and do something positive with it. Make someones day, do something good. I’m not talking about revolutionary Che Guevara shit. Just small things. Keep ya head up. I’m just trying to stay positive.