There are phrases that are etched on me upon receiving them, a Buddhist monk saying “most people sit around and watch TV as if life went on forever”.

I stopped watching TV after that, but what else changed? If it’s not one vice it’s another, a million shiny objects to take me away from home.

I want things that are both timeless and transient, perhaps one informing the other: soft clouds dancing across the sky, forever new, the image gone but the resonance remaining.

I read this morning that forever and fresh cannot coexist: the very idea of freshness is to some day die. If to be forever is to never truly bloom, to never truly be, I know which I choose.

Just today, just this: the promise of ecstasy, of everything, with no certainty of tomorrow.