When I was six years old I lived in an apartment building that had back stairs leading to the patios. I used to sit on those stairs after chool. I liked the quiet back there. The other stairs leading to the patios were on the opposite side of the building, nearer to the front doors and the parking lot. It seemed that more people used the front stairs even if they lived in the back of the building, I was left mostly alone hanging out in back. There was a big tree near where I perched on the stairs, if I was there at the right time of day the sun would shine behind it leaving leafy patterns all over the patio stairs and all over me. The wind would blow through the tree moving everything around and I would watch the shadows dance around. It was really peaceful and I liked being on my own. My interests were just different than a lot of kids my age. While the other kids were playing kickball in the field behind our building I was learning about transcendental meditation and the difference between Zen Buddhism and Taoism, among other things.
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Highway Hanna
“I travel in gardens and bedrooms, basements and attics, around corners, through doorways and windows, along sidewalks, over carpets, down drainpipes, in the sky, with friends, lovers, children and heros; perceived, remembered, imagined, distorted and clarified.” Archives
July 2021
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