Jonk-Q Mosileeleelee (JQM) has always had a deep respect for words and their place in the cosmos. But it is images that really make his brow crust over with sea salt. And so, in between the cannery, the ranch, the sea, the dream state and other outgrowths of consciousness, JQM has always enjoyed taking photographs. To be clear, JQM does not share his photographs because he thinks they are any good. No, he shares them because he finds talking about them to be insufferable. And because people ask. And because because. JQM has always been fond of answering questions with because because.
Often it's whiskey. A good part of the time it's snus. But on that particular day, it was existential chewing gum.
JQM has always thought very highly of oranges. Never a one has ever rubbed him the wrong way or struck him as uninteresting.
Books have always had a special place in sea lore. And so have drugs. But JQM has never been a drug user and has always preferred to be under the influence of books.
4th of July, sky spinning, cars streaking by, and JQM sensed very distinctly that every single thing matters.
Normally our second selves are invisible, or pretty darned elusive anyway. Not the case here with Cave.
With twenty-plus-years experience leading missions to the most treacherous and remote regions of the Sea, Chuck never forgot that first one.
The brain of an Angel Neuron contemplating an entirely different mode of existence, one that is outside the Plexiglas.