The art in decay
The unpeeling uncovers past layers…
I imagine a well-lived life will take on an abstract quality at its end. When you cast your mind over the sweep of your own history, seemingly unrelated intensities will shift and stand next to each other.
Your first love will layer with your last love.
The hiding spot in an early job to get away from the monotony will remind you of your meditation location 30 years later.
That time you ran down the hall drunk in college jumping in the air and smashing ceiling tiles with your fist will seem balanced by that time in winter when you ran into a store to purchase all sorts of food stuffs for the man outside in the snow perched on a grate.
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