I veer from futility to satisfaction, all in a day. Maybe this is a 'normal,' state, or to put it another way, maybe there is no normal. Running down business deals: all beginnings and no endings. I've been chasing for so long, it seems like I'm the one being chased.
In the theater world: we run our little theater company (it's only a mirage), at our little theater (it's only a gallery), perform our little play (it's a figment of my imagination). We create a spectacle of light and sound that disappears in a flash. There's nothing to hold on to...
The audience: a friendly, bemused, befuddlement. I am intent on being fully in the moment, even as the moment vanishes before me like the great cloud of unknowing.
Faux Fu
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