ㅁ Let's consider this proposition that he says: "It's never so good, that it couldn't be better." It's my uncle's mantra... quite pessimistic, a performance to forestall risky joy.
– a nonnet.
ㅁ Let's consider this proposition that he says: "It's never so good, that it couldn't be better." It's my uncle's mantra... quite pessimistic, a performance to forestall risky joy.
– a nonnet.
This tree was between a Buddha and a cell phone tower, in Seoul in November, 2010.
[daily log: walking, 4km;]
ㅁ I hang some sentences in a row, like the tanned pelts of animals. You can wander among them, hoping to find nice ones, but each is less fine than previous, and at last they're just dumb.
– a nonnet.
This tree stood around as some small progress with the little shed on lot 73 was made.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 9hr]
ㅁ Dead. Dull days. I'm alone - no customers - in the store all day. So I have a theory: people have paid their taxes, now they don't have any money to spend in retail establishments.
– a reverse nonnet.
This tree lives in a temperate rainforest. So it got rained on.
[daily log: walking, 4.5km; retailing, 9hr]
ㅁ I photographed our bright galaxy, while I wandered as a chilled ghost through the paths of our forest, noting, but not fearing, a bestiary of creatures: bears, deer, otters... in my dream.
– a nonnet.
This tree appeared in my past – at a small hermitage along a mountain trail day hike, in southern South Korea in October, 2010.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 9hr;]
This tree was really good at looming.
“If you’ve been led to believe that you deserve free money for doing absolutely nothing… You may be entitled to compensation!” – the internet
[daily log: walking, 2km;]
ㅁ My dream processor presents a blank screen to me... but still, I'm dreaming.
– a pseudo-haiku. It might be possible to have a lucid dream with no content.
This tree was on a mountain in South Korea. I took this picture while on a day-hike with a friend in southern Jeolla province, in August of 2010.
“I am as unmotivated as someone who is so unmotivated they can’t even come up with a colorful simile to describe their lack of motivation.” – the internet
This tree noted the neighbors’ new house-construction project was advancing.
ㅁ Kiamon noted the grim atmosphere. Several looked up. She could understand fear. No one, however, decided to fight. Here she would stay, on edge for the night.
– a quatrain in a dactylic tetrameter. The nonsequential snapshots into this fictional being’s life continue.
ㅁ You have something you meant to achieve? Then life introduced obstacles? You just procrastinated? Consider that all past. Disregard failures. Instead, live, now: contemplate random things.
– a nonnet.
This tree (the one photobombing from the top) was on the north side of the bay.
I’ve never managed this view before. There’s a wide spot in the road, where you can stop, and a little trail down to the rocky beach, and you can look across the water at the City of Rockpit, which is my home. Currently the City hosts 4 residents – double its population only a few years ago (which is to say, our neighbors Brandt and Kim moved in next door, about a year ago).
Humorous quote found online:
To all the people that always said I’d never amount to anything because of my procrastination: / Just you wait.
ㅁ Dogs chase cars - exciting! - with bad results. The car is unforgiving when it's caught.
– a tetractys.
This tree failed to pay any taxes whatsoever.
Taxes stress me out so much. And I have to deal with taxes not just for myself, and the excitement of now being “self employed” and all the bonus paperwork that comes with that, but also, I have to make sure Arthur’s taxes are filed and in order. I’m quite annoyed with a thing called “DocuSign” – it’s a service used by accountants, financial institutions, etc, to do “online signing” of documents (e.g. tax returns). DocuSign asks verification questions to verify your identity. These are based on things like previously lived-at addresses, previously owned cars, etc. Well think about how this works for someone with memory issues (e.g. Arthur). It’s an accessibility nightmare! So for DocuSign, identity resides with memory, and loss of memory is a loss of identity. I’m not sure this is how it works from a legal standpoint, and it’s certainly not how we want things to work from an ethical standpoint, I don’t think.
ㅁ Spring annoys with its bugs and buzzing bees... it's like, "c'mon, world, really, this again?"
– a tetractys.
This tree anticipated spring, but six years ago, in April, 2018, along my walk to work in Goyang, South Korea.
ㅁ Two ducks swam to the mouth of the creek. One duck was cleaning its damp wings. The other stood and walked out. It looked around the beach: gravel strewn with stones. Quite unimpressed, it turned back, swimming north.
– a nonnet.
This tree noticed fresh green leaves appearing on some salmonberry shrubs.
ㅁ It was important to confront it: this morass of uncertainty, a density of fierce doubts so unprecedented that I no longer bothered to sleep but instead vigiled nights...
– a nonnet.
This tree was in the foreground – a white-topped mountain with cloud is rather hard to see clearly, in the background.
ㅁ The world insists on ignoring ghosts. This is to the ghosts' benefit. It frees them to haunt at will. They can hang, unnoticed. They can poke and prod, induce visions, alter things, visit, dance.
– a nonnet.