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The Coldness Of Dropping Into A Relaxed State

It removes me. Drives the world away for a while, and puts me into my own world. I learned it is better to envision than to replicate. Better to imagine and create from that.

It’s death and life. It’s between. To express a vision. To change an image. My version.

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Lost Vegas

He always used the metaphor of stepping stones across a raging river. He meant don’t worry so much about being deliberate and careful, and just dive right in.

She always repeated his words back to him… “Let’s splash right in that fucking water.”

He was wrong. They never splashed in the water. They were always in boats.

But they were never in the same boat.