Post Y

"None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free" 
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

minus the fact that i'm on the opposite side of the planet in Asia; i'm shooting a visa commercial that day. i'd love to be there and i miss my big lil bro a ton. i hope to see him when i return to the US in mid to late Aug tho!

good night, Brooklynites... and thx again for the sweet Brooklynite neighbor whom returned our lost apartment keys... may your holidays be merry and your life be blessed 😉

the stars sing sorrowful soul symphonies
soft hums across the velvet night
echoes of old light folding into shadow
each pulse a whisper of what was lost
and yet… even grief glimmers like distant fire
notes bending around the silence between worlds
a lullaby for wandering hearts
infinite, aching, and quietly beautiful

all matter magnetically mutates mutually making mass
iron and stardust waltzing in invisible lines
particles twist, collide, and fold into one another
gravity hums a quiet rhythm beneath their dance
every shift, every spark, a secret handshake of existence
from dust to stone to star, the cosmos scrawls itself
each atom echoing the song of the whole
mass is born not in stillness…
but in the magnetic chaos of becoming