The Here And Now

The postcard read, wish I was here. It had my handwriting on the back. The scene on the front was exactly where I was now.   Real subtle, me!  Apparently I really need to live more in the moment. At least I can stop agonizing about the past and the future. 

They're Wearing Only What?!

Many people believe in the existence of multiple strange and wonderful alternate dimensions of reality.  I believe the proof of this concept lays in my laundry room.  I assume that my lost socks are falling through the cracks into other dimensions where the Red Hot Chili Peppers eternally need them.

The Seed Of An Idea

The plant seemed rooted in the files, almost as if the words and numbers had given the plant
sustenance. What kind of life could spring from language?  It seems both conceptual and concrete
at the same time. In it's stem it held the seed that would blossom into an idea.