Parenthetically

A god lost in her bathroom finds a door…
(to the outside? No)
She finds the door to the next life.
She burns: “get back, get back to that nebula!”

Not The Steerage Type

Steerage is so queer.  The smells of others assault my tender sensibilities.  Why can’t they recognize the class of person that I am?  My hope is to make them all see how I belong at the top of the pyramid of being.  This may be steerage, but really I am not the least bit the steerage type.  Oh, you may spot me in the Stieglitz picture in the future and say to yourself — well, surely that’s the captain or some other important crew member out of uniform who happened to walk into the frame, but no, rest assured it is me — my qualities obvious to the naked eye.  See me and know you are not looking at a steerage personage it is me transubstantiated through time showing you the qualities of a truly refined man…

“Blogging is very satisfying to me — even more satisfying, in many ways, than having a book in a bookstore or a page in a newspaper. If I have an idea or an image I want to riff on, I sit down for half an hour or an hour, and then I publish it where anyone can see it. Instant self-publishing. Instant gratification.”

— Austin Kleon / AustinKleon.com