Sometimes Life Is Like…

Sometimes life is like the floor of Jackson Pollock’s studio. Seemingly chaotic, but possessing a logic that somehow coheres. Spiraling colors dripped down from above, settling on a canvas of earth. I felt drawn to the swirl, and leaving the creaking wood of the barn that housed it, it was time to listen to the whipping wind and the sailor’s song.






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