day 1: Crown Heights

My demons are out.

I’m kneeling at the feet of my loneliness, begging it to take me in.

I’m awake before the dawn
sitting for meditation
but thinking.

It feels like early spring in Philadelphia and I’m in Crown Heights. I’m stopped for gas on my way out of town when a woman pulls up, blasting rap music and spitting more fire than a lot of us feel in our entire lives. I love her. I open the arm rest in my car and am surprised when it shuts ok. But that was my old white Jeep, Wild Piney. Now I’m in a new white jeep, The Sequel. It runs ok in the morning.

Om Matri Muye Sale Du

day 736: studio after coffee before noon

me: yea like my friend Jeff’s cooking show, did I tell you about that?

Davy: no what’s that?

me: he’s a net artist, he’s been cooking eggs on snapchat.

Davy: like he’s a crazy artist, or he’s an artist who deals with nuts?

(pause)

me: no, a NET artist…

Om Gum Shrim Maha Lakshmiyei Swaha