An Ordinary Day An Ordinary Day. A day of nothing. The mystery of the cosmos. Art Story01/31/202610/27/2026
Running in the dark night I no longer knew if I was moving forward or merely treading water. Eventually, nothing remained of my existence except for the “vibration” the steady, rhythmic strike of my feet against the earth. Trip Notes12/24/202510/28/2026
The Heart Now, place your hand on your heart. That beat is always with you. Art Story11/01/202510/27/2026