11/12/2020

Underground Rail

You know the destination:

it is always the same.


The hitch is in choosing 

which car to board, then 


carrying it on your back 

to the charged track.


[LSS, 11/12/20]


Semantic Drift


Subject matter 

is a distraction.  


Pure abstraction 

is a gift 


that allows you

to create 


your own parachute

while you 


are falling.


[LSS, 11/12/20]


Common Ground


“Bread is older 

than language,” 


we agree, so we 

begin leaving 


notes for one another 

throughout the day 


in the form of loaves 

and cloverleaf rolls.


[LSS, 11/12/20]


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