I am in the bardo. Am I in the bardo? There are no faces on the people here on the street, this street moving west toward the river. But the dogs, they smile at me. Is it because they see me like those unknown beings on the ends of their leads do not?
Bardo in Midtown
Bardo in Midtown
Bardo in Midtown
I am in the bardo. Am I in the bardo? There are no faces on the people here on the street, this street moving west toward the river. But the dogs, they smile at me. Is it because they see me like those unknown beings on the ends of their leads do not?