NGC 1300:

There’s this philosophical epiphany astronauts go through when they see the Earth from space for the first time.

It’s called the Overview Effect.

Like a rush of knowledge flooding their hippocampi.

Men and women lost in complete awe as they are able to grasp the marco-view of this planet.

Could you imagine?

The ability to understand the world as a symphony of life?

The lights of the cityscapes must pulsate like Midwestern fireflies.

Witnessing the atmospheric system tango with itself infinitely as it creates hurricanes.

The mountaintops of Siberia must look like white scratches on 3D topographical chalkboards from above.

Like driving from Tokyo to Nagoya.

Like driving from Detroit to Buffalo.

Like getting from Midtown to Sunset Park.

Could you imagine?

Witnessing the melting icecaps break from each other like divorcees.

The Great Wall of China stands as an old testament to war.

Trying to study oceanic streams as you float over garbage island.

4.543 billion years old with $244 Trillion of global debt.

10 bucks Earth looks like a tatted prison bitch from the sky by now.

-Austin James

Rupees 1.4:

I remember India.

The smell of wet burnt fireworks, I could smell from sea.

It was if you could hear the love and chaos from across the Atlantic Ocean.

So many flavors, so many images. Like a library of chaos assembled from ingenuity.

The city, a former French colony.

Like a croissant with chai extract drizzled onto it.

Like a beautiful French woman making a midday curry crepe.

I recall an elephant walking down a brick road.

It has a colony of green growth on itself.

Like a coral reef of mold and disease. Shaped in the stunning architecture of Dubai.

Could you imagine, an elephant!!!

Not at a zoo, but in real life!!

not inactive captivity, but in real urban life!

Could you image, a world where elephants ran down the street?

Where you eat off of banana leaves?

Where hunger taught you to be kind?

I remember India.

Spinning Elbows:

Have you ever listened to a Tartini sonata while bleeding from the head?

The sound of the shower and mathematical music theory aiding your recuperation.

Drips of coloured water, giving a basis to my disheveled clarity.

I know what you’re thinking, is this man crazy?

I went to the ER, my co-pay was $1,000, stitches would have cost me close to $700.

The nurse jokingly laughed “seems like you can’t go anywhere, HAHAHAHA!”

Could you imagine such casual cruelty?

From women eating cottage cheese?

So I stood, in front of the emergency room, in the second richest country in the world.

Wondering how to heal my head-wound.

I’d love to drop poetry about the absurdity of the situation, yet time is a pressing matter.

I felt like I was in a movie. I just lacked the Russian vodka and the moment would’ve been film worthy.

Yet, the violin pressed on.

And I healed myself, with artificial flesh-like glue and butterfly sutures.

Now, I’m off to work… 🏃🏻🏃🏻🏃🏻

-Austin James

Abuela:

I was shopping for Cheerios and I felt you.

I could feel you.

Like all the years never passed.

In that moment, I was able to understand that love transcends life times.

I could feel your love reanimating me.

I could feel your genealogy comprising me.

That stern love and depression era resourcefulness.

Those tomatoes you loved to can and that fideo no one else could quite replicate.

They say she was a seamstress.

And the most beautiful Texas had to offer.

She made me oatmeal, and taught me to speak...

-Austin James

Red Line #5330:

I watched a woman fall on the train and have a seizure.
It was a bewildering experience that left me cold on the edges of my clavicle.
She was laying there, plain as day, shaking violently in the middle of rush hour.

It was interesting to see the quick response actions of caring and honest people.
Not at all what’s portrayed in the day-to-day public sphere of our disconnected propaganda.

The most interesting part was when she was on the floor, her hand reached out to grab someone’s hand.
In a moment, you understood the simple truth.
It was a true moment of honesty.

To be in a state of repetitive unconscious physical attack, and yet in the subconscious,
still wanting to embrace another.

Simple. Honest. Horrific.

-Austin James

Yo, Kinsey:

Where do you exactly land on the Kinsey scale?

I’ve often thought of the idea of Kinsey and the moment of attraction. That moment, when you know it’s not love, it’s lust..

Is this a quantitative spectrum? Are there charts and graphs to attraction? to human connection? to orgasm? >>

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Is this attraction strategic? Based on biological instinctualness.

Is this attraction instantaneous?

If I know anything in life, I know sure as hell know love is.

Like a scorpion sting.

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Is there opportunity cost and the conceptual idea of resources allocated to this scale as well?

Because I’m not one for small talk.

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No, none of these ideas interest me.

Because love… Love, love… is different.

It cannot be segmented, parcelized, ritualized, idealized nor advertised.

love… Love, love… is simply off the charts…

-Austin James

Dance Dance Revolution:

I saw you on the dance floor. Vacant and Spiritual all at the same time. It was if your skin was on hyperdrive and your soul was on standby.

Touting youth with your nondescript meaningless tattoos that highlight the failure of capitalism.

And that piss poor four-on-the-floor notating your disconnection from reality.

Long live the rave.

-Austin James