The Ripple
"Don't you worry about life, it goes on and on"
“But it turns out that a lot of my so-called thoughts— a flattering term for these gossamer traces of mentation— are preverbal, often showing up as images, sensations, or concepts, with words trailing behind as a kind of afterthought— belated attempts to translate these elusive wisps of meaning into something more substantial and shareable.” - Michael Pollan in “A World Appears”
Reading: Nature by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Listening: Anywhere I Lay My Head by Tom Waits
Watching: The More You Study Consciousness, the Weirder It Gets - Interview with Michael Pollan
“Lime Tree” will be posted next week. It’s bittersweet to be ending the Cassadaga series but I’m excited to share some news soon about what’s next.
I stumbled across this demo I recorded a while ago based on a chicken scratch poem. I remember that I was making up the chord progression and melody on the spot, so it’s embarrassingly undercooked. There’s a kernel of an idea here that I hope to get around to making into something real soon. But for now, here’s where it sits.
The Ripple
Either nothing matters or it all does There is nothing in-between The ripple may get swallowed by the ocean The echo may roll into a corner But in that moment it is all that has ever been So don't you worry about dying, it ends quickly And don't you worry about life, it goes on and on Concern yourself with love Have you passed it along?