On Mysticism & Darkness: How Poetry, Mysticism, and Nothingness Intersect

ON MYSTICISM AND ADRKNESS

A few years ago, I went through a period where I could not write.

I was severely depressed for over a year and lived in a kind of waking agony. And because sadness is about the absence of what you love and value, I could not write.

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Narration Of A Dream: We Biked To The Top Of A Mountain Only To Drown There

DREAMS ABOUT DROWNING FRONT TEMPLATE

I had a weird dream about drowning a while back that has really stuck with me, and I still can’t parse what it means.

At the beginning, there were a thousand bikers going up the sides of the heavily slimed, heavily trafficked streets of Flagstaff Mountain. Cars were moving as if they were in an artery and were all riding up smoothly like blood.

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On the Pleasures of Walking Alone at Night

night walking first and best attempt

The walker always finds solitude but most especially at night. There is something about walking alone at night. I love it. I am in love with it. When you walk at night you are cocooned in silence. You can be alone, anonymous.

At night, people can’t see you, and you can’t see them.There are no people, and therefore no politeness to people. Politeness is a form of acknowledging you are not alone.

In the dark, we can easy in ourselves without the expectations of others.You can walk among the houses without walking among them.

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