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Day of Rest

It’s Sunday. I really shouldn’t have checked Mark’s Metabook on a Sunday, but we are all fallen. I did. And I saw some friend requests, and like the fool I often am, I responded. It’s a mistake; it’s always a mistake. The Friendbook is the worst because it says to a connection, “you are a […]

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Art Life Poem

The Unexpected Lightness of the Metaphone

To be unreadable is freedom. Of a sort. No Phone Elegy I am overjoyed to have experienced being hooked and tethered to my smartphone. Now, whenever I go for a walk without my phone, I am overwhelmed by how vivid, how three-dimensional, how high-resolution, how multi-sensory reality is. An ant crawling across the moss, a […]