eventide

can i see? even a little bit? that there were moments, running around the campus through the golf course, when i felt i could see it all clearly, in one breath? when i was so out of breath, i could hardly think, and then life itself seemed to have a value. it never lasted long, but isnt it possible to see that as hopeful? something to believe

i remember once larry had had a show in chicago or somewhere, and then needed to perform with us in Prague, so he had traveled these three days and jumped directly into rehearsal. and he was exhausted beyond description. and he said, "this is a time where all i am doing is surviving one moment to the next; waiting for other times to come". there, another moment behind me. one moment closer to ... another time and place. life in suspensions. not real life. contradicts the artist credo. looking for an option.

there it is again. i guess i just dozed off for a moment -and i was free! wow.