Like a Train On a Rampage, Like an Untied Balloon Set Free

Like a Train On a Rampage, Like an Untied Balloon Set Free

When the TV commercial voices—all sickeningly enthusiastic—say that it’s that time of year again for “back to school” sales, I cringe. I can’t help it. Something about class icebreakers, the exorbitant cost of textbooks both new and used, and the passage of time wiped away so unbelievably and rapidly fast are too overwhelming at first. I zone out. I mourn the loss of the countless, long hazy days and the adventurous nights out with the people I care about. That chilly night at the county fair, eating tortas on Olvera Street, all those deep heart-to-hearts. Everything passes through my imagination like a train on a rampage…then, I have no choice but to accept the inevitable. It’s time to move forward. Lingering won’t do anything.

Shade of the Sun

Shade of the Sun

The dread of city life promises aching bones, chatter brain, curled blood. 
It promises red lights, turning yellow, turning green. It promises anxieties of crowds and elevators. Our adolescent sense of immortality long gone, replaced with fatigue and the sense of nostalgia the sky brings. We crave secrets and the cotton arms of nature. We crave home.

In the Dead of Night, the Sun Shines Brightly

In the Dead of Night, the Sun Shines Brightly

Yugen (幽玄)

Roughly, the characters for Yugen translate into "mysterious" and "deep".
The push to use your imagination.
“The use of subtlety and allusion to hint at deeper meaning and invite interpretation.”

Let me frame a scene.

In Which Yarn Cats Grow Up

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In Which Yarn Cats Grow Up

It’s summer. The greenery surrounding us is lush and intense. Insects skitter around, their wings transparent in the bright sunlight. Water and sweat glisten sweetly, and the lapping ocean soothes the soul. Bright children flit around, eager to head off and find their camp friends, whom they haven’t seen in a year. On the ride there, some do a curious thing. Instead of taking out a handheld electronic, they fetch a piece of yarn or string from their bag. The string loops around their fingers, and they begin to play cat’s cradle, a game that requires two players to cross string into different patterns to continue playing. The game often loops into itself, and becomes dull if the string doesn’t provide a tricky situation. It isn’t as complicated as it sounds, and I enjoyed it very much as a child.

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