now and then




constrained by computers…

a pixelated abridgement of reality that make

us blind to the complexity of the natural world…

our physical movements have been almost

entirely removed as a factor in our

own existence. Now all we

seem to do is press



Alexander Langlands




heavens allowed me

To settle myself

On a small piece of land

Looking into the distance

Digging far down

I delight in my own freedom

All who come here

Feel the lids fall

From their eyes

This view

Of the world without end

There is nowhere

to hide


Muso Soseki