Always Tomorrow

Everything you can do now can’t be done later. We fight for control to pass time, but as singular objects in this space here and now, nothing is repeatable. Control, my ass. Passing the moment and investing in a single, volatile venture. It may mature or fold your account. Make the call and sell at the first profit.

I win at scrabble. I do not know how to spell and my vocabulary, while improving, is of a fifteen-year-old Pre-iPad baby. The trick is to play what you have. The visionary sees a large whale and devotes their life to the tricky dick while the King Mackerels are jumping just past the breaker asking to be ravaged. Future success blinds us blue and time is surrendered. The whale will cost everything and bring disappointment. You are missing a couple letters for maximize, but the second “i” does not come. Maze is a fantastic play, points on the board, fresh titles are shuffled into the stale. Score points or get left behind. I live one rack at a time.

Photos are now or never. Trespassing, hiking through mud, illegal shoulder park jobs. The shot matters. A career worth of photos lost in should haves. A photo is a moment and a photo later is nothing. Nothing makes me sad. Obvious you say, so do I. Obviously everywhere, later I will travel. Later I will learn. Later later later, is not now or ever. In this moment the whole world is open because now is for your effort, later your victory. If I am not taking photos or writing now, later I am no more than I am now. Which is nothing if I am doing nothing, and becoming the sum of my parts, I too am now nothing. But I am not, now.