Original Trusted Brand

A moldy basement full of old music on vinyl and cassettes.

A sculpture garden in the city (or is the city the sculpture garden?).

Riding the airport shuttle to visit friends 100 miles away.

A sketch drawn with a few, maybe several, close to a bunch of words.

Would anyone want to give the French Quarter section of New Orleans back to the French?

Seven hours drive and an afternoon boat ride from potentially one of the worst ecological disasters caused by my species.

Statistically, I think about what other people think about me more than they think about me.  If I am like everybody else, what does that mean?

A passenger jet flies overhead while a wasp looks around the garage after the wild cat dug into the open bag of cat food and walked away.

Does it matter if I am or am not important to my species?  What is the single most important activity only I can best accomplish in this moment?

In one hand, nothing.  In the other hand, everything.  Perfectly aware the hands are equally balanced.

Walls covered with cellar spiders and their webs, old and new.

Ants and lizards going in and out of the house.

This is the inexchangeable moment of my life, my stomach processing food from a local restaurant and this computer consuming electricity from a local power supply company.  Sharing this indirectly in writing unobserved by seven billion others in their inexchangeable moments.

Of all the moments I've enjoyed experiencing, is this type of moment the one I want to re-experience the most?

How many millions of seeds have been created for the one tree in front of me to exist in that one spot?

There is so much more to life than the peopled world but I am a person; therefore, ... what follows the premise this time?

One car smashup, breaking a telephone pole, and the local electronic route to the Internet is cut off.

How many ways can I and how many times will I reinvent myself before the "I" that is this body no longer exists?

I can sanely concentrate on only so many things and maintain my sense of self at the same time.  How do I overcome the either/or mindset?  Do I want to?

Today, I cannot accept that I am unique and not unique at the same time.

I'm not a superhero.  The Book of the Future doesn't provide me an invincible shield.

Some days, when I can't see a positive, useful image of myself reflected back to me, I don't know if I want to live or die.  When those days occur, when the lives of others aren't entertaining or distracting enough, I take a nap or find some other way to stop looking for my reflection in the environment around me.

Today is one of those days.  Time to take a nap and find the always-ready imaginary version of myself in my dreams.