May 2012
13 posts
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Falling of Bikes at Inappropriate Times
Things would be certainly easier if I could feel true connections, and less endless questioning.
I fell off my bike in the middle of a busy intersection, and felt a connection immediately.
That same day I sat in the midst of strangers, and felt no connection but instead a wall of silence that was frustrating.
But just a few days before I unexpectedly found myself the subject of a pleasant...
“I walk without moving forward
We never arrive
Never reach where we are
Not...”
– Octavio Paz, last lines from “Return”, in Selected Poems, translated by E. Weinberger (via growing-orbits)
April 2012
14 posts
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Today's Bike Ride Thoughts, aka BRT Vol. 1
“How long will it take before someone swings open their parked car’s driver-side door without noticing me in the bike lane?” - Now that I use a bike helmet, the universe must surely be planning this eventuality for me.
“Hi.” - This is me think-talking to those special vehicular passengers who openly gape at me through their special invisibility machine, that...
