I’ve been overly anxious about many things for about a week. My life has growing concerns. This morning my walk was nearly ruined by heavily-rutted thinking about things about which I could do nothing.
Once I saw the tweezers, all the problems seemed like slivers. Of concern, but so small and barely [...]
Archive of posts filed under the interpretation category.
To Small Things A Short Reach
The Center of The Fountain
When I was studying quantum physics, I remember hearing that there was a way of seeing the world as a web of incommensurable wavelengths and that all material is composed of the unique co-incidences of these wavelength. Each thing was composed of infinite waves coming together once in one place.
I can’t recall any reason [...]
Accidental Iron Will
I’ve annoyed people by repeating the statement ‘You’ve got to destroy in order to create.’ The number is probably higher than the number who have annoyed me with it. It’s not just that it’s a platitude, but one that seems to excuse way too much. Probably most importantly, in most cases [...]
As Far As I Can Tell
I remember doing an experiment in college that demonstrated that light behaved as if it were composed of particles. Then we demonstrated that, no, it’s actually composed of waves without a medium. Of course, it’s not that simply confusing. Nonetheless, it was a great provocative experience.
When I see something that appears [...]
Jumbled Invitation
When letters are arranged in words, I read them. When I can’t find words, I’m invited to assemble my own.
Drop To
Environmentalism is popular. Regardless of this popularity’s value as an approach to the problems of pollution and energy conservation, it creates a cultural space for valuing what we leave behind.
We don’t throw things away. We hand them off.
Low Light
I actually spend relatively little time looking down when I walk, even though most of my photographs are taken of low things. Those things on the ground experience a filtering process. They are dropped or discarded. They get broken and crushed. If they are valuable, they get picked up. What [...]
The Hidden Hearts
During a particularly grim commute, I looked up in the rain and saw cardboard hearts dangling from a telephone pole. I counted four.
This morning I walked by and counted six. Looking at the first photo, I can see now that there were more than four. The others were just hidden. [...]
Myself Stretched
I know that what I see is real, or rather that I really see. What I determine, assume, or conclude about what I see–that’s where I start to loose confident. When I start making statements about what things mean, I get genuinely lost. My ideas get confounded with prejudices and desires.
When [...]
Stepping Up
Most of the inspiration I get from streetfinds can attributed to distraction. I’m thinking about a puzzle or a problem, and am trapping my mind in thinking the same way over and over. Then I start looking around.
Seeing this shoe mark a step on a path in transition helped me realize [...]