Studying psychology for one of my exams-for-credit that I’ll take next month, I’m struck by how much of it is really just vocabulary – a certain way of talking about things.
This is an archival tree. Specifically, I saw this tree while lying on a bench at a buddhist monastery in northern Illinois, December, 2009.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Day: November 4, 2019
Caveat: Poem #1191 “Time’s fault”
I wake and ponder the adjustable darkness caused only by time.
– a pseudo haiku