i had an epiphany last night. i hadn't smoked weed in ages but i met this guy on the banks of the seine & hit his joint before catching my bus. only had three tokes but the high hit.. & when i was alone i could feel the importance of solitude inside of me, and how powerful the understanding and cultivation of ones own essence is. especially before rushing to pair it, or attempting to amplify it, by joining it with the essence of others. clarity speaks loudest. it's hard to misunderstand what is simple and what is self evident. increasing the volume doesn't improve the quality of the transmission. & more is not more, if right now is not enough.
it just feels weird. sometimes i feel too serious, too introspective, too intense for this world. i wish i had more strength one way or another. either to accept myself wholeheartedly, or to withstand my need to peel back those layers before living in all they reveal
'untitled: palm leaves, bamboo stalks, ostrich eggs; work created for a film to mark the launch of the perfuma mahora by guerlain - namibia, 2000' in nils-udo: art in nature (2002)