I have a sort of sea-feeling

   I saw, the sea was boundless, I saw no shore.

-Inscription on a Carthaginian funerary urn
Image: Found
Title: Herman Melville

Projects working to restore sight and prevent eye disease

Through thee, thy flaming self, my scorched eyes do dimly see…

-Herman Melville, Moby-Dick

Image: Raoul Hausmann, Untitled, February, 1931.
Title: Thanks to Banksy

The Map or the Territory

"While ponderous planets of unwaning woe revolve round me, deep down and deep inland there I still bathe me in eternal mildness of joy."
-Herman Melville, Moby-Dick, chapter 87

Image: Paul Nougé, The Juggler, c. 1929-1930
Title: Nod to Michel Houellebecq

Kinds of light unlike any other

 It is not down in any map; true places never are.
-Herman Melville 

And:

The eyes open to a cry of pulleys,
And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul
Hangs for a moment bodiless and simple
As false dawn.
-Richard Wilbur, excerpt from the poem, “Love Calls us to the Things of This World”

Image: found

Title: Nod to Anne Carson

The Path

"The path to my fixed purpose is hid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run." 

-Herman Melville, Moby-Dick

Image: 美撒guo

I am Tormented

"I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote."

-Herman Melville, Moby-Dick

Map: Martin Waldseemüller, South America, detail +

I Begin Everywhere at Once

"I begin, everywhere at once, as if I had a century ahead of me." —Elias Canetti

Have I said this before? Most likely. 

I've arrived, remained, left, only to leave again and return. Which is coming and which is going? I tend to confuse the two. A decision, then. Instead of mourning the time, the oddities, the surrounding infinite of things, I will write. 

Photo: Zion National Park, Utah. Cross-bedded Navajo Sandstone on Checkerboard Mountain along the Zion-Mount Carmel road. Circa 1946.