work by Alex Deleuse.

Zhaozho looked at the swirling dust in front of him and said: There goes another one.


  • 8.19.14

    On a Monday afternoon in a San Francisco grocery store: a million young people. Some of them are in the checkout line and some of them are picking at life-sustaining minerals packaged for take-home. All necks are crooked downwards into their phones. This crowd is hopped-up on the low-dose experience. The low-dose experience that is… Continue reading

  • Ping Pong

    In my neighborhood we all got together each summer and played ping pong. Kids of appropriate ages would bike over to our cul-de-sac and wait their turn to “play winner.” We would play under the sun all day, with the kind of dehydrated feverishness that can only come from youthful reserves. In the evening the… Continue reading

  • Auntie Pod

    I have learned to love deep mystery.  I have learned to love the unknown. Wild thoughts, gestures, sounds and life spring from the unknown where nothing is rigid. Rigidity is for death. Life bends and moves like a pond reed. Why then, do we reject the unknown, bending, all possible course of life? Everyone everywhere is fighting… Continue reading