As you walk and eat
and travel, be where you are. Otherwise you will miss most of your life.
(actually from Jack Kornfield, Buddha’s Little Instruction Book)
The past keeps knock
knock knockin’ on my door
And I don’t want to
hear it any more...
Lou Reed
The greatest events—are not our noisiest, but our
stillest hours.
Nietszsche
...been feelin’ discontented with the city again....even
this morning and afternoon, sittin’ reading a really interesting book I just got yesterday by Karl
Ove Knausgaard with coffee and a smoothie...happy, for the most part, with
that...but wishing I could be doing it in a little shack with big windows on an
autumnal ridge, or by the ocean...any ocean....got to one place, then, where
the author talks about art, specifically Rembrandt, his brushstrokes and themes....with
no pictures in the book, really wanted to look at a Rembrandt,
myself, try to see what he was describing....not even thinking about Googling
for some pixelated reproduction of a photograph of a painting, decided to get
on my bike and ride over to the Philadelphia Museum of Art to see a real
one....and, on the way there, thought: yeah, there really are some cool things about living in the
big city...
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