Cover Expressions


Designer Gareth Pugh

Perhaps part of the uncanny allure of fashionable clothing resides in the paradoxical impact of its expressiveness: the act of covering up with mere dead matter–cloth, fur, leather, or even metal when it is ingeniously shaped to the purpose–appears to reveal something magical about the life inside.” ~ Joseph Roach

No Instructions Included

“In its quest to discover how the patterns of reality are organized, the story of modern science hints at a picture of a set of Chinese puzzle boxes, each one more intricately structured and wondrous than the last.


Every time the final box appears to have been reached, a key has been found which has opened up another, revealing a new universe even more breathtakingly improbable in its conception.

We are now forced to suspect that, for human reason, there is no last box, that in some deeply mysterious, virtually unfathomable, self-reflective way, every time we open a still smaller box, we are actually being brought closer to the box with which we started, the box which contains our own conscious experience of the world.

This is why no theory of knowledge, no epistemology, can ever escape being consumed by its own self-generated paradoxes.

And this is why we must consider the universe to be irredeemably mystical.” ~ Bob Hamilton

Dream Cruise

Penny was a hard-working, conscientious lady who lived on her own. Her dream in life was to go on an ocean cruise around the world. So she scrimped and saved until she had enough money to go on her cruise.


She had her own room with a balcony facing the ocean. She loved the sea breeze, the sun on her face and the occasional pod of dolphins that swam beside the ship.

She was meeting people from all over the world at the dining table and felt all her saving for the trip was worth it.

Penny took long strolls on deck after dinner while waiting to see the gorgeous sunsets.

Suddenly the heel of her left shoe snapped off and set her unbalanced which the bobbing of the ship enhanced sending her off the side of the ship and into the cold water. She had been thrown overboard.

A cry for help was answered within five minutes but when they pulled her aboard, she was already dead.

Getting her ready for a sea burial they found in her belongings, her will, where she stated she wanted to be cremated and placed in an urn for her parents’ fireplace mantel. Her wishes were then followed by the cruise staff, which just goes to show you that a Penny saved is a Penny urned.

Life Ablaze


“I would rather be ashes than dust!

I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stiffled by dry-rot.

I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.

The function of man is to life, not to exist. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.”

~ Jack London

Sound, Love, Time


“Music was a chain forged half of silences and half of sound,

love was nothing without longing and loss,

and were time not to have at its end the absence of time, and the absence of time not to have been preceded by time, neither would be of any consequence.”

~ Mark Helprin

Artwork: “Longing 2” by Linda Kosciewicz-Fleming (link)


Distance Connect

“My son used to believe that he could look at a plane in flight and make it explode in midair by simply thinking it. He believed, at thirteen, that the border between himself and the world was thin and porous enough to allow him to affect the course of events.

An aircraft in flight was a provocation too strong to ignore. He’d watch a plane gaining altitude after taking off from Sky Harbor and he’d sense an element of catastrophe tacit in the very fact of a flying object filled with people.


He was sensitive to the most incidental stimulus and he thought he could feel the object itself yearning to burst. All he had to do was wish the fiery image into his mind and the plane would ignite and shatter.

His sister used to tell him, Go ahead, blow it up, let me see you take that plane out of the sky with all two hundred people aboard, and it scared him to hear someone talk this way and it scared her too because she wasn’t completely convinced he could not do it.

It’s the special skill of an adolescent to imagine the end of the world as an adjunct to his own discontent. But Jeff got older and lost interest and conviction. He lost the paradoxical gift for being separate and alone and yet intimately connected, mind-wired to distant things.”

~ Don DeLillo


One realizes that even in harmonious families there is this double life: the group life, which is the one we can observe in our neighbors’ household, and, underneath, another – secret and passionate and intense – which is the real life that stamps the faces and gives character to the voices of our friends.couple22

Always in his mind each member of these social units is escaping, running away, trying to break the net which circumstances and his own affections have woven about him.

One realizes that human relations are a tragic necessity of human life; that they can never be wholly satisfactory, that every ego is half the time greedily seeking them, and half the time pulling away from them.

In these simple relationships of loving husband and wife, affectionate sisters, children and grandmother, there are innumerable shades of sweetness and anguish which make up the pattern of our lives day by day.

~Willa Cather