Physical interaction designer, occasional maker of games, cooker of strange foods, folder of paper, etc etc
The avocado that I bought two days agoand was ready yesterdaytoday is brown and hollow.
Yesterday’s agenda did not accommodate avocados.
We are all out of sync.
I.My mother’s dog, proud Shiba Inu,totters where she once terrorized.Blind in one eye, half blind in the other,deaf, rear legs unreliable,she patrols the house, expectantthat everything is where it should bethat every hand looming from blurry darknesscaresses and supports.
the cliff dwellings at Walnut Creek Canyon
It’s not hard to imagine 800 years ago –fire blackening the yellow rocks and hardening red mortar now half crumbled. Not hard to imagine people not unlike me — holding hands to the fire? Talking? Singing? Making small repairs…