Monk’s Murk

There’s a gauzy moment when the sky seems out of focus—as if viewed through a vaseline-fingered lens at the back of a super 8mm camera gate. That moment. That temporarily muted coruscation. That tenebrous fraction of a second. I’m there now.

What I’m Reading:

“It is terrifying for me to consider, now, how television, a kind of cultural nerve gas, has compromised the world’s six thousand epistemologies, collapsing them into ‘what we all know’ and ‘what we all believe.’”

— Barry Lopez / Embrace Fearlessly the Burning World