glahn

the valley out of samsara carries the backlit lithographs of: dreams...dreams...dreams...

my friends and i, all the closer ones anyway are gathered strategically on the thin roof of a cavern or worse, a temple built into the side of a hill.

my view is horizontal and i then see the earthmover, paleo-moderno on the horizon, this sort of success? (if it succeeds) an undertaking of this breadth? i can only cheer,and, oh that sinking feeling

the earthmover efficiently gouges and i see the roof of the cavern is marbled soil black with veins of a cloudy white
when it is seen that the roof is pierced... celebration and laughter, a few more exploratory bites.

now from our posistion on the back roof of this temple/cavern we must breach our gap and move down to the entrance, much hesitation, much willing of courage, some bottles tipped...

WE CROSS!

and as we reach the opposite edge and spread down to the door there is a fantastic shift! the temple roof has given way, not to cave in but instead its front supports noodling, the whole of it at an angle.

and... i think... looking great

now tho as i walk around the front i see the ceremonial leavings, flowers around framed holographic icon which, as i move alternate between the charity photographs of starving third world children and posing hindu gods.

I cannot remember whether this was all here before us or a more recent turn of events.