Massive wall of impotence and frustration. Hiding in air-conditioned tombs, watching the world through the window of the internet... Eat through the chain, not likely. Creation is the only way out. Defecate my fears and follow a muse through the skylight to the moon. Be the cow that jumps over. Be the man willing to die, to quiet forces founded on self love. Be, before non-being takes precedence. Before this prophecy of death hits the heart. Too late, always too soon, sing the chorus, preserve the tune, loosen the lyrics... let me be again, as before, an artist, free and naive, self-propelled and self-satisfied.
Life in Kansai Japan, which includes my university work in Kyoto, my house in the hills above Kyoto in Otsu... an active life for a recently remarried widow. A dad of two glorious young adults (Kai and Zen) and a new baby son named Bo... Living the good life while striving for inner peace and a balanced perspective.