photo of me out of focus

Back at the time I knew I would remember standing there looking at Toronto. The Sun wasn’t yet down but it was getting there. That is when everything is pretty. But cars and highways are utilitarian. The beauty goes inside to hide.
Oh yeah, I set out for what?
I was an anarchist and wow what a story that tells. The other day I read how individualistic anarchy was not a philosophy much, it was a literary invention, convention? The point struck me easily.
In the past I had learned and said that the problem with anarchy was that it led to isolation. I did something right because I am not completely isolated and am married and all that is wrong with me is technical.
Let us not lie and try any at all for any fictions.
Errands destroy my poetic voice. I couldn’t get the bill paid on what I created. I have to pay for my name to exist for me to use my name in the web world I have to pay servers and registrars, and they get confused. I get confused.
Technically out of focus is a confusion of the light.
Making myself into a wise man I would read the Bible and say then “Saint John was all about light.” So then some priest will say all of it is all about understanding the will of God as being light. Light as being the understanding of what we are supposed to do when we are supposed to do it.
All the time back then I wanted to make movies and I had a camera and I shot documentaries of course. Shooting pictures or talking on the phone takes more time than you think.
Now a talk on the telephone is like what an in person visit used to be.