circular time
teleology, our species' favorite fantasy (2023)
When I go east, the Sangres. When I go west, the Jemez. When I go south, the Sandias. You, little grub, smushed and drooling upon me. We walk in circles in circles in circles. People tell stories with beginnings and endings of journeys with destinations of mountains to climb— the illusion of teleology, our species’ favorite fantasy. But one step back and it’s circles, circles, circles. The wise ones live within that circle, call it home. —wherever you go, there you are —the present is the present Yeah yeah I’m not there yet. The best I can do is notice the chunks of quartz amid the tawny dust the movement of clouds across the oracular sky the birds in the trees & bunnies in the bushes how your face grows and changes every day. And in the afternoons I strap you to my chest and we walk in circles, circles, circles. When we go east, the Sangres. When we go west, the Jemez. When we go south, the Sandias.





No telos but the circle. LOved this, Samara, and I absolutely adored the expression "little grub".
"People tell stories
with beginnings and endings
[...]
But one step back and
it’s circles, circles, circles." Masterfully done 🫶🫶