Posted in ODG&J on Aug 6th, 2009 No Comments »
Nothing moved.
Not sound. Not time. Not my mind.
Everything was in lock-step frame.
Only my eyes were in motion. But not real motion; scanning, perceiving, transmitting. They were only in a primal recording mode.
Time – and everything in its being – was on [...]
Posted in ODG&J on Dec 19th, 2008 No Comments »
I had been there. In the exact spot. It was December 1958 and in a light snow, with a very crisp chill in the air. Only then my feet were a size 6 boys and freezing like exposed chicken knuckles! At least now, my feet weren’t freezing. But the blood laced adrenalin jitters were still there. And I loved it.
Posted in ODG&J on Nov 4th, 2007 No Comments »
he air of thick humidity is like the air of impending doom. Persistent, dreadful and overpowering. It makes your nerves scream for solace. Yet all you get is the sensation of a fresh line of sweat beginning to role, in a tortuously slow bead, down the middle of your back.
No mercy.
Humidity hangs like the [...]
Akilologos
images build the imaginary mind … let us begin
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