From here, i see whole cities turning in time. I want to kiss each one, until it spins on a dime and knows itself so purely that it enjoys itself with no ego. Instead, to see herself as God’s art. From here, i could meditate on one thing only: the center of this star, magnetically rotating, so brilliantly, as to attract the universe. Or even a single stranger. What’s possible! What would it look like if we were ourselves, truly shining?

And then a supermarket at night, another type, of beauty. Nothing less, somehow.