It’s hard to believe Caspian Sea‘s never appeared on this blog before, but

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each day plays out something new, each minute, each second even,

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so imagine this post like an arc of a zoopraxiscope or

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or Duchamps’  “Nude Descending”,

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or just Caspian Sea (ex-Sea Tiger, ex-New Castle, ex-Jonathan T) steaming by me as I take a break on a drizzly day in Elizabeth and

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and revive my urgency as my life ticks

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on by . . .  stuff to do better, secrets to offload, fears to float test, people to get to know more completely.  Caspian . . . glad to meet you.  Times flies, sunrises launch, calendar pages flip, hours blur, seconds pulse  … I pant and still get behind.

All fotos by Will Van Dorp.