I am staying in Santa Fe right now for doctor shit, will be here awhile. I’ve lived here before and knew that it was beautiful, but that was only a knowing, a knowledge. Somehow now it appears to be a true paradise, an unbelievable thing really, not real when having so much beauty. I don’t get it, and no, I ain’t dying—I’ll be fine, just some bulshit to go through.
Nevertheless, this is what my inner self is doing, lavishing in beauty. I like the wild, particularly deep canyons that are very remote. That’s what it’s like where I live in Pinehill NM. Buttes and mesas, stunning beauty. Been doing the same thing there too, gushing over beauty that is. Like I can’t believe it—did I say that already?
So why do we perceive beauty? I ain’t gonna answer that, I’m just asking is all. I mean my best guess is cuz its there and so ya gotta see it. But what gets me is how man made beauty can be just as devastating as natural beauty…yeah I said devastating. Yeah cuz it’s so perplexing. This Santa Fe beauty is very perplexing, it’s primarily man made, but wow, it’s unbelievable. These homes man, the adobe walls, the Latia fences, old wooden gates. I don’t know man, it’s fucking nuts. I can’t take it, its all so beautiful. Maybe somebody’ll come along and shit on it. Thanks for listening.