Category Archives: Being Human

the Edge of Now

Posted on January 10, 2022 by randomyriad

this is A Reason for Creating and Paying Attention: It is hard to stay being born into this world without the passionate exchange of inspiration. Vision of the Present Slow spread on the cushion of night steel light beyond waiting, … Continue reading →

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2022 Graphic Journal page #4 Jan. 4- Jan. 8

Posted on January 8, 2022 by randomyriad

Two Moments Inhabited

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2022 Graphic Journal page #1 Jan. 1

Posted on January 2, 2022 by randomyriad

Opening

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Or Shall We Die?

Posted on December 19, 2021 by randomyriad

From the Writing of “or shall we die?” by Ian McEwan from Granta 7, originally published 1983. For all the complex discussion of nuclear strategy with unique blend of logic and paranoia, at heart, the situation had about it the … Continue reading →

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Life After the Fall

Posted on November 27, 2021 by randomyriad

FOR WHAT BINDS US There are names for what binds us:strong forces, weak forces.Look around, you can see them:the skin that forms in a half-empty cup,nails rusting into the places they join,joints dovetailed on their own weight.The way things stay … Continue reading →

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