Life among clones would not be worth living, and a sane person will only rejoice that others have abilities that they do not share. That should be elementary.

Noam Chomsky, Chomsky on Anarchism

I thought I’d take a break from the window series, and my story rewrites, to do something for no apparent reason. My son and I went to dinner the other night and I pulled out my iPhone to take some snaps. I was actually looking for windows… but there were so many people out, and cool backgrounds or props (some images to come at a later date) that I decided to do a little street photography. I absolutely love that genre, but I never do it myself so it’s not really my forte. Practice, practice, practice!

Anyway, I wanted to do something with this photograph because I managed to capture the young man with a movie theater in the background that appears deserted—as if no one else was around. But then he looked a bit sad, or lonely, so I decided to clone the fella and give him some identical companions.

If I could have three more of me,
How happy I would be.
We’d be our own best friends, and then,
I’d always have company!
iPhoneimages, Photography

The Clones

He took one last drag,
A piece of his heart, missing.
Gone, like crypto dust.

My son got into crypto awhile back and I’ve been very curious about it. I’ve asked him a lot of questions, and the more he explains things to me, the more I don’t understand. Ha! So, I’ve been looking into it more in my spare time, and I’ve seen the mention of “crypto dust” quite a few times lately. That being said, it was the first thing that popped into my head when I saw Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: Drag & Dust.

My artwork is a bit strange. I thought that a man dragging on a cigarette was actually a good metaphor for heartbreak. Kind of like a prisoner’s “last request.” I hope that’s not too gloomy. I hate gloomy. Maybe it’s not a girl that broke his heart… maybe he’s sad because he lost all of his money in the crypto market. I don’t know.

I was going to add smoke, or white dust, but I ended up liking the simplicity of it. Anyway, it felt good to do something spontaneous… so there you have it.

That’s about all for now. Thanks for reading!


Art, Haiku

Like Dust, a Haiku

Art, The Journey, Unteach Me

Rewriting Your Story

The Icing on the Cake

The original writing on this little piece of cyber real estate was published on October 3, 2016. It came to life when I was seven months sober, so it has been parked on WordPress for nearly five years—and it has served as the second mini-chapter of the tale of my recovery—a story that was titled “Unteach Me.”

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“I discovered windows one afternoon and after that, nothing was ever the same.”

Anne Spollen, The Shape of Water

I’ve been excited to come back and share the letter “W” with you because it’s opened a whole new window (excuse the pun) of opportunity and inspiration for me. I thought about the word WINDOW and I immediately thought of Stuart Shafran’s Film Noir – Woman in the Window. If you haven’t seen it already, check it out.

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digital art, Life from A to Z, windows, writing

Through a Window