the revolution of everyday life


while sitting there, waiting for his lunch,
he began to ponder his options.

but no matter what he came up with
it always came down to pouring
from the empty into the void.



the world always appeared to offer a choice:
one could plunge into it
or simply skate across its surface—

either way he was left gasping for air.



it became increasingly apparent
that transcendence and immanence
were actually synonymous.



beauty has no memory.


Just so you know...

all images and text © Michael Tweed