the business cards i designed

How Are Living Things Built?

"My father stooped to my level, his eyes glad, 

My mother had names for some and could recognize them by the way they walked

Now I realized how much leaving them had cost me.

through the vast, dirty kitchen, and out the back door. As I started I saw that it must be a paradise.

easy exit.

Pigeons will nest in trees, but they don't like it. Their large sloppy nests fall out of the branches at the first good wind.

the male brings his motley collection

the female sits inside the chosen place

devoted parents care about their nesting place more than anything. And I could see that they simply watched my approach, craning their necks this way and that to get a better look at me.

'Hello,' I called softly"

I felt better than I had in a long time. I was going to like this place. "

Blank and Beautiful: A Library of Human Dynamics, Immutable

   

        If each of us is a book, our pages are perforated and magnetic and could be blank for all their ephemeral accuracy. Though we are sequential beings, our narratives are not linear. Memory is written on holographic stationary, recounting an ambience of history, physics, and expectation. We agree to coalesce by using every day and ordinary expressions, identifying patterns, telling time, and working around the weather. But the blindingly beautiful weight of our potential is hidden in the archives of our library of human dynamics. The truth is immutably infinite, and we function as reflective tricks of this light. I expect to spend my entire life growing acquainted to living things.

                        

                       

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