Where am I
Open, close. A storm of butterflies erupts from my head. It settles back into place as a few of the stragglers flutter lazily in front of my unmoving eyes. I exhale gold dust, thick and obscuring.
Binary Catharsis
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Children laughed and played nearby while men loaded bodies onto funeral pyres. Dogs lay near warm coals from old fires to keep themselves warm. Cell phones rang and people talked and it felt a long way from holy. The other side of the Ganges seems to have no development whatsoever, and perhaps that is by design. As night came and the other bank vanished in mist, no one could say where the river ended, or where the bodies might go. The Ganges became a river Styx to let loved ones drift into the afterlife. Lit by the fires of the dead, a man near the water’s edge began to wail.
Still we sat, letting an uneasy darkness creep over us. Something at the ghat felt like voodoo. It felt like dark magic.
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Monsterbeard: Varanasi - Part 1
I’m still fondling and hoarding my words from this city, not yet sure what I’m supposed to build with them. It still feels very dark and very light and totally unknowable.
I love when I read something that has me nodding like this did, nodding like a witness and saying yes. it happened just like this.
(via beenthinking)
I recently visited India and was glad to have taken a trip to Benares. It is a different kind of place, with a unique spirit of its own.
Roy Lichtenstein. Blonde (Surrealist Series), 1978. Lithograph on Arches Paper.
Why did one straw break the camel’s back? Here’s the secret:
The million other straws underneath it.
It’s all mathematics.
- Mos Def, ‘Mathematics’
Hiatus
Maybe I needed a three-month break from writing in this blog to get some perspective. Looking back on it now after a length of detachment, I can better see how much I enjoyed doing it. It was definitely good for my mental health at the time. Wouldn’t hurt to keep it going.
Consistently working until 8pm, spending extra hours on a freelance project when I get home, and spending time with the fiancee (I’m engaged!) have taken the place of the hours I spent writing, though. I’m sure I can inject a bit here and there though.
I would hit that
I would hit that, or quit that
beauty is skin deep,
and i’m surrounded by beauty that flows so far into me that I must run and hide lest the world see me.
I would hit that, not quit that,
but stick around for a while. or as long as I could take, until my body and spirit break.
I would inhale that wave of beauty, let it take over me, and let it release every check on every sensation of my body,
until I am full, and warm, numb, and oblivious.
A senseless happiness.
Drawn on by the greatest of beauty,
beauty that surprises,
beauty that is unfailing,
beauty that is almost shocking,
beauty that is nothing short of overpowering,
beauty that is only skin deep.
That’s the beauty I see,
so painfully sweet,
ready to be peeled off at an instant.
The suffering would be full, and would be complete,
and all would lament the loss of that skin,
having never thought to contemplate what was within.
About Binary Catharsis
Male in my late 20's (for now), oftentimes lost and overwhelmed, always searching for a release. This is a place to stretch my mind freely, anonymously, without reservation, without regret.
