absurdistani

I am just a guy. I am a guy who is in a room. Being. I focus my thoughts on my breathing. My mind strays. What did I tell to that coworker? Why did I say that? Fuck. I refocus to my breathing. I breathe

A bridge in Gwinnett County

Sometimes, the things we do and the things in which we believe are shocking. Often enough, we normalize even the strangest of things, even the most ghastly of things, the most repulsive of things. We don't

These are a few portrait photos that I took a while back. While they aren't the best shots in the universe, I certainly enjoy them :) Morning Laughter is beauty Preparing to see Modern man Ranting

From a different view in different light

The bikers on top of the mountain... again... Also, I just learned about post limits. Probably should have just combined all three photos into one post... but oh well.

Some bikers I met on the top of a mountain.

Shared language is a myth. Having a shared language would require a shared reality. By this, I mean that people would be required to have a multitude of shared experiences before effective communication

Apparently, the introduction of one's self is expected here. I am just another guy. I'm an anarchist (non-communist/socialist), and tend toward non-theistic Buddhism.