riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend

of bay, brings us brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to

Howth Castle and Evirons.

“We’re living in the world of James Joyce’s Finnegans Wake.” – John Cage

Pan Panpan Pan pan

I heard the news today ohh boy

They were sad, but I had to laugh! 

Just moving, sorry for not writing for this long. Unfortunate but necessary. Moving always brings new perspectives into our life . Woke up, dragged a comb across my hair… Feeling kinda quirky and happy, a result of having moved across town to a better apartment, having space to breath, I feel free, be it from psychological oppression be it physical enjailment. Today we moved things around and finally found a final configuration for our living room. Good winds to all!

III. AS MCLUHAN SAYS,
EVERYTHING HAPPENS AT ONCE. IMAGE IS
NO LONGER STREAM FALLING OVER ROCKS,
GETTING FROM ORIGINAL TO FINAL PLACE;
IT'S AS TENNEY EXPLAINED: A VIBRATING
COMPLEX, ANY ADDITION OR SUBTRACTION
OF COMPONENT(S), REGARDLESS OF APPARENT
POSITION(S) IN THE TOTAL SYSTEM,
PRODUCING ALTERATION, A DIFFERENT MUSIC.
FULLER: AS LONG AS ONE HUMAN BEING IS
HUNGRY, THE ENTIRE HUMAN RACE IS
HUNGRY. – Excerpt from John Cage's Diary

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