history lesson

the history of our lives does not distantly resemble the history of the species. moments of dire importance are edited out of the narratives, at most times in an entirely habitual manner. the majority of us, for example, disregard our dreams, giving them merely the passing significance of their probably having occurred but leaving it be that we don't remember them; despite how extremely beneficial our lives could be if we each possessed the ability to analyze them, examine them for their symptoms of our innermost unconcious world. we ignore the fact that they even temper us for the following day, can hold us chained to subliminal influences throughout our waking moments.

the narratives of human history are so very similar -- so many dreams have been lost, unrealized, only acknowledged to having probably existed, as we 'progress' to future series of narratives.

love must be another one of those easily forgotten things where the approach matters at least just as much as the content.

taiko alley

the vibrancy,
vibrations,
tastes of clouds through
the street,
wadaiko
pulses
tremor of
the
heart
still caught in
my lungs

baachans
sigh-ride
under
looming
palmtree fronds
on the
side walk

our blinders are at
the very least
opaque
and
iPod soundbytes
can't
hold
water.