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Crickets Chirp Faster
And feeling how I feel etc.
1000 Days and counting
On Being Human
What if instead of acknowledging our differences—we acknowledged our unique consciousness, our unique loneliness? What if we recognized the profound sadness that underlies our experience as humans—floating on a mustard seed through oblivion?
“Happiness Is Not A Fish That You Can Catch”
When I Died
Timothy Michael Photo 