and so it ends

At last he came to a door, with these words in glowing emeralds: THE END OF THE WORLD. He did not hesitate. He opened the door and walked through.

Infinity is apparently context-sensitive. I always thought that maybe infinity escaped the laws of construction, that infinity was really infinite. Apparently, though, it depends what you are measuring. The distance from one to two is one kind of infinity, the number of whole numbers is another; each universe, even those the size of a goldfish, is infinitely finite, contained within something larger to define its borders. So, yeah, infinity could be the end of the world, or the end of a pencil. The question is, where do you go when you fall from its borders?

Everything is everything.

urban forager

I really like this term, "urban forage." There's so much in it; if we can learn to forage in urbanity, we will start to make better use of the waste that oozes from the pores of the city. It's simple action, and with the crumbling economy, it makes sense to look again at what is already there, begging to be used. Begging to be appreciated.

ACT! went foraging on Thursday last, collecting foodstuffs and turning them into a delicious, if rather scattered and oddly timed, meal to share with each other and with another friend. There's so much possibility here for act!ve solutions addressing problems of social ecojustice. Tiny steps made by a tiny group to contribute to a staggering dilemma, adding up by influence and confluence. Fuck affluence; make love to it, get it to relax and share, to play. Make integration sexy.

What's next? A foraged mural of interconnected tiny scraps of Victoria. Ideas?

conditions of lease

"We accept the love we think we deserve."

So what is it about love that we think can be deserved? Does this not imply that it must be conditional? What are the conditions? How does one person relating with another have anything to do with dessert? It's a desert, I suppose. The key word must be "think"; does thinking have any place in love? Does love have space in thinking?