AtmanautHow Becomingchance dancing ecstatic being experiencing becoming ourselfJan 26, 2019Jan 26, 2019
AtmanautObjectivity in the WakeplaceI rode the mid-night-mare to the end of the light line to principal certainty to free will or won’t be.Jan 14, 2019Jan 14, 2019
AtmanautGrandma Cecilia’s Sports BanterGood score, runnerman! I root for the home team: a nicely seasoned ticket. Root root root!Oct 17, 2018Oct 17, 2018
AtmanautIt’s never too early for immortality.Can I redeem the suffering of my existence? Will I crest the wave, reach the cusp? Facetime with the singularity of my spacetime?Jan 10, 2018Jan 10, 2018
AtmanautWe are now subject to a megalofascist.My mouth is agape. I feel awoken into a nightmare. I feel deeply sorry for what has come to pass. And yes, this too shall pass, but not for…Nov 10, 2016Nov 10, 2016
AtmanautMake me to feelYou couldn’t. Who would try? Why claim me as the cloud over your soggy sigh?Aug 29, 2016Aug 29, 2016
Atmanaut“Do you have any regrets?”The daily prompt from Day One just blooped down from the menu bar. Good on you, Day One, you nailed me on this one. But this is no diary…Aug 27, 2016Aug 27, 2016
AtmanautAn Ode to TamarindWe drifted onto Tamarind’s airbed and breakfast, with an old polar bear lying guard the floor, who’d nearly hanged himself just days…Aug 24, 2016Aug 24, 2016