i’ve started, in earnest, another blog. yes, another. the goal of this new blog is to give a place to speak in my normal, non-arts focused voice. a place to run things up the pole and see what shakes out, to reblog interesting stuff, to just dump all that extra brain sludge that comes from being kicked off facebook and having no one to really discuss things with anymore. so with that in mind.. i give you The Daily Ruzz.
sometimes i don’t know what i’m doing. or why i’m doing it. sometimes i’m surprised by the outcome. sometimes i’m wrecked.
there is no loss, only change.
i walk this cold quiet like it’s dead skin. cautious. observant. this path is worn before me, behind me. there was life coursing through here once. i smell the sweet stink of it. the pungent urgency of human need hangs long. now though there are only strings of white frost, the crack and thrum of winter river, and the hollow lost echo of my own footsteps. i am wedged uncomfortable between the dead and the dying.
we can live in fear of losing the things we love, or we can love the things we love, but it’s near impossible to do both.
