4:56 a.m.
Alone. Quiet. Cold.
Sitting in the forest. I am kiln
sitting. A full moon is on. Reading The Ancient Text. Anticipating dawn. This soda kiln roars like an avalanche of
fire down a ravine but in the woods it is more like an accompaniment
instrument. A layer of dark orange
outlines the eastern horizon broken up by the trees I sit among. I am alive because each exhale is documented
by glowing steam between me and this screen and I think of the irony of human,
fire, forest and MacBook Air—5000 years ago all the technology was the same
except for that one piece.
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| Full moon sitting. |
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