A photograph of the day slash night divide as it looked from my shoes in the desert.
Today is my birthday, as many years as words in this caption.
by joshua heineman
"deeply into whatever"
ahhhhhmega-zine
current issue - no. 5
no. 4, no. 3, no. 2, no. 1
[ my flickr ]
- words
- works
- polaroids
- overheard
- fever math
- reaching
- loops
email joshua:
J[at]CURSIVEBUILDINGS.COM
songs ( more )
- so don't you worry
- summertime
- chance is our machine
- out tonite
- icstaww
- sun's not rising yet
c u r s i v e
b u i l d i n g s
f o r e v e r
me secoue
excess
[ archives ]
Somewhere in Joshua Tree
This sun is strong, draws shadows like a fine-tipped pen.
The Third Man
Bombay Beach
Imminent sunset.
On San Jacinto Peak, ~ 8 thousand 5 hundred feet (or 42 thousand 5 hundred toes)
On San Jacinto Peak, ~ 6 thousand feet (or 30 thousand toes)
by Matea
Palm Springs Honeymoon, October 2009 | more to come
This night, this room is a lighthouse. This night is a sea. Thick as ink. Menacing.
No code, a steady fleet of dreams. No code to read. A steady light. A beam.
WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN DREAM & REALITY?
Discipline.
& my quiescent, demanding 18-year-old self hates that about my 28-year-old self.
(he also hates my taste in music)
![All of the brightest things live in the darkest places.
[ expired film ]](http://18.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqayf9vbuo1qz7avgo1_500.jpg)
All of the brightest things live in the darkest places.
[ expired film ]
I remembered how to play an old favorite. Home alone, & facing a week of such emptiness, I am alternately working on revising a short story, writing a new one & singing songs to the tape recorder.
