PERHAPS ONE SUNNY DAY...
Posted by
Mariana Scaravilli
on Jun 7, 2020
...Perhaps one sunny day, as if by an act of grace, sunshine flew into the upper part of our smelly, dark basement chamber. Yow! That life could be this good all the time! And then, a cloud covers the sun.
Back in the “centre” of the basement, with almost no aspiration or power to move towards the sunlight, we might seek to recreate this sense of “being alive” when, for a moment, we knew light. How to simulate this sense of being alive? This is when things begin to go wrong...
From The basement is dull on RF's latest diary entry, June 5th, 2020.
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I Advance Masked – Day Twenty-Three Million Four-Hundred-Thousand Two-Hundred and Seventy-Six…
