Thursday, April 10, 2008

Castle in the sand.

April 10, Harrison.

Two days in the same place, a welcome reprieve from the daily run ahead, feels like a fiesta; apparently a cancellation the reason. We stayed up late watching the last season of The Sopranos; felt like a holiday.
Daily trips, daily setups, daily changes and challenges, this circus the very notion of transience, a Buddhist philosophy in action. One day the tent is there and all the trucks and trailers and vendors, an army of people bustling about, there is a whole village, the next thing you know it's gone, vanished, as if it was never there, an illusion. A drawing in the sand, washed away by the tide, impermanent, foolish, life constantly ebbing beneath that veil of certainty.

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