Profusion of art is connected to my recent procurement of a combination printer, scanner, and copier. Fervor will fade soon, I imagine.

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Escape
but
remember;
embrace
life’s
ambiguities.

(Inspired by Not Quite What I Was Planning: Six-Word Memoirs by Writers Famous and Obscure.)

 

Top: A picture I took of Manhattan from the Socrates Sculpture Park in Long Island City. Bottom: The skyline as imagined on a shop’s drawn shutters.

My step-aunt Jana died this morning. I barely knew her, and if I were as vociferously Mormon as her extended family, I would be questioning my faith. What kind of benevolent omniscent being takes his own on the eve of his holiest day? Or, conversely, is this an attestation to the brute injustice of all life, proof that the world is unfair regardless of Christianity, Islam, Judaism, Sikhism? I don’t know. And we’re all too involved in our immediate circumstances to ponder over the point too long. Here’s to mindfulness, reflection, and the dawning of a new day.