Author Archives: quietist

It is 3:30 AM. I can hear a siren wail, echoing through the valley. There is no air-raid, no tornado, no chemical leak, no flood, no fire. Maybe there is another broken heart.

This furnace cannot give me the warmth that I need. There is no amount of energy that can fill this vacuum. The furnace cannot fill this seemingly infinite void, this bounded vacuum.

Eine Kleine Nachtmusik

I found this in my old journal entry archives. 12-11-02, 10:01a wake early for this: rain, wet socks, half-hour walks. finals suck anus.

I suppose that it is about time that I transplanted some of my other poems over into this project journal, so here they are:

A Morgantown Morning Odyssey 12 song playlist, set on infinite loop Friday, May 7, 2004: approximately 2 hours, 30 minutes (~4:30am – ~7:00am) 179 photos condensed to 50 pictures (resized to 704 x 530 pixels), 6.39MB