Time, slips across the surface,
slides in front of our faces,
we measure the moments with filled in spaces.
Holding in haste our most memorable days
when you forgive the clock for its slow or fast paces;
you can actually hear, each other’s lives taking place.
A pocket full of moments cannot be traded for the highest payment. - @la.loup.lune
Perhaps we have always felt this way, that the world is coming to an end. And that it is primarily our own doing. Perhaps we feel, on some deeper plane of reasoning, that we deserve for it to end on us. Because we have subsequently drawn lines and then crossed them. Because we have exploited this world and everything and everyone in it. Because the light has left us long before the sun is said to burn out. Perhaps we want it to end, unconsciously calling for the clouds and heavens to come crashing into the hell that we have collectively created.
But perhaps we only feel this way so that we may be compelled to save the world from itself, us from each other. -Nav K courtesy of @la.loup.lune
One year ago today. Driving from Slab City to Arkansas #nadatodo
“My grandpa’s scent is on your shirt,
and I wonder if he’s singing to me beneath the dirt.
Maybe baby, we aren’t cursed,
Love can still swallow our hollow heart, corners of hurt.
A little patience, a lot of work.” - @la.loup.lune#nadatodo