Reality is a staircase going neither up nor down, we don't move; today is today, always is today.
Every moment is nothing without end.
A civilization that denies death ends by denying life.
Mineral cactai, quicksilver lizards in the adobe walls, the bird that punctures space, thirst, tedium, clouds of dust, impalpable epiphanies of wind. The pines taught me to talk to myself. In that garden I learnedto send myself off. Later there were no gardens.
Writers, you know, are the beggars of Western society.
Watching I watch myself, what I see is my creation as though entering through my eyes perception is conception into an eye more crystal clear water of thoughts, what I watch watches me, I am the creation of what I see