“the graveyard is without walls” the cemetery on the corner cityblock, sat in a sunken land that sloped down from the sidewalk, it did not have walls. blanketed by tall trees, the canopies covered the citylights, a single streetlamp i thought, was the full moon instead. the canopy branched out to the streets, fallen leaves fluttered and skittered back in the sunken block.
“resistance training” is there a right way to exercise resistance? to work against great weight of iron and autonomous machines. languid in the designated environment and the designated movements, that yield the most effective results. can i go about it on my own terms? avoiding the collective activity, even if slower, especially so. am i being annoyingly anti? against the right way of resistance.…
[saturday] i've not been practicing. im losing the point of it. pictures. i want to have fun with pictures again. with drawing, photography, paintings. january went by quick. im bout to have a japan-feb and i think that was why january just flew by fast. my mental was in the next month already. i wish i didn't. --- 21.01.26 [wednesday] don't be dumb. i've had a hard time placing this album, i flip…
“Pandesal!Pandesal!Pandesal!” The morning breaks as chickens cackle loud, Where streets bear titles of flowers and fruits, The bread boy hurries on his daily round, His basket overflows with golden loots; On beat, the senior folk, as clockwork, wake, To greet the sun and share their morning fare; While they enjoy their brew and freshly baked, Some peruse the paper, some sweeps their share. Workers…
“issac's theory” the canopy branches→twigs→leaves~ limb~boughs s                     ~ t e           ~ m roots__          (`)…