The windows of my apartment bedroom face due east from a third floor vantage point that allows what in pre-cambrian days would have been a panoramic view of the great sea, instead of the shopping center that takes up much of what was once, in and of itself, an air base built for war service and repair. The windows are, interestingly, off-center, clinging closer to the south wall than the north, and the seasons turn my carpet, and the grid pattern of the aluminum trim, into my personal sundial. Perhaps we can imagine, then, the pyramid upon which I stand in the Mayan Yucatan while my toes rummage through the soft pile of morning's modern carpet. It amuses me to double and triple expose timelines, people, their constructs... Epochs and eras sandwiched in daylit dreaming. It is the manner in which an atheist communes with the greater cosmos: No prayer, here, it's true but yet still the tendrils of connectivity, downed and dancing livewires in the abstract timestorm, barbed as they are, can't help but catch and pull and play on the coriolis rhythms of the greater plane. As long as we watch where we step, the dance is harmless and much can be ascertained from the whimsy, from the visions that come if only because the room was too well lit to allow further sleeping. for @floontz and her mollusk muse #endlessruminations #courtneysrequest #brbw #jj_blackwhite #jj_prose #setaphore #tactile #sundial #beachfrontproperty #monochrome #bnw_captures #wakingwithvoices https://www.instagram.com/p/B_2fs3GAYKV/?igshid=1dx7psg0ecefx