Volume VII

This is a journal from an assignment in CRLS' Immersion Journalism class. Fizza's entire blog can be viewed here. For the beginning of the period of each day, I tried to keep my eyes opened and focused on something. The only thing going through my mind was, “focus on the experiment, don’t do anything, do nothing”. I looked at the ground, focusing on how detailed it was with its many dots and...

Transparency was the umbrella’s most obvious characteristic—a glossy plastic hemisphere that caught the raindrops and glimmer of the streetlights as if it were fluid itself. Such was a unique quality of the material, to have the ability to take on the appearance of whatever was nearby. The thin layers of polyolefin, bound into a sheet and draped over a spidery frame, were so transparent that...

Performed best when read with an increasingly dramatized voice, with frequent and intense glances at the listener   Blinding light, tumbling air Blue above, beige below Round And round we go.   We were all going–hurtling To where, I don’t know   Then I see it– Heat waves dance off skin Swirling twirling Rushing with joy! –I reach An...

Your will is but a slave of desire, Your life, a servant of the void; Your body moves, drawn to appetite, Your soul, bound to taste. You crawl, you creep, Grasping for meaning; The myth of intent, The lie of solace. They pray for a savior, They pray for redemption; Bound to stories of purpose, Slave to a tale of resolution. Let go of the prize of ignorance, Taste the light of the apple....

Mine is a strange mind. It contains textures. There are the smooth, the grainy, the ones that give just a little when you touch them. They live inside of my clothes against my skin, and in the air that blows over my face. They are in the tone of your voice and the shade of your hair. They rub against me as if my skin is everywhere, rubbing the wrong way so that I flake off and peel, and I cannot pull ...