under a highway in SF at golden hour Iâve found myself catching myself from thinking too quickly recently, the thoughts tumbling over each other and jostling for the room to breathe. Sometimes my mind feels like a bumping nightclub in the rush of the nightâoverwhelming sights and sounds fighting for your attention. The game is one of being more attractive, more provocative, more desirable than all the others, and the battleground is our senses. Itâs a race to capture our senses, then our imaginations, and finally comes our entire self. Sometimes thereâs a disturbance in the universe of ideas and emotions that lumber deep below my mindâs surface. A wave of disparate worlds and feelings rips forward, each demanding my full attention, yet I have nothing to offer but strands and fleeting spans.
uneven time (mini-đ 29/100)
uneven time (mini-đ 29/100)
uneven time (mini-đ 29/100)
under a highway in SF at golden hour Iâve found myself catching myself from thinking too quickly recently, the thoughts tumbling over each other and jostling for the room to breathe. Sometimes my mind feels like a bumping nightclub in the rush of the nightâoverwhelming sights and sounds fighting for your attention. The game is one of being more attractive, more provocative, more desirable than all the others, and the battleground is our senses. Itâs a race to capture our senses, then our imaginations, and finally comes our entire self. Sometimes thereâs a disturbance in the universe of ideas and emotions that lumber deep below my mindâs surface. A wave of disparate worlds and feelings rips forward, each demanding my full attention, yet I have nothing to offer but strands and fleeting spans.