
A few hours of layover at the Seattle Airport. I sat and watched the planes come and go as the night slowly fell. The air craft right front of me started to unload the baggages to the side, and its passengers to the other. Steadily, and quite rutinely.
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- at the moment New York City, Occasionally on the road traveling.
- My observing of the ideas of words, their written bodies, and the physical presence of their meanings are some of the resources of my work.
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"Human science is not capable of understanding it, nor experience of describing it. Only one who has passed through it will know what it means, though there will be no words for it."
- St. John of the Cross
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