Thoughts on ascetic arts and Nuagisme by way of making public account of myself... © 2005-2010.

This is what we call Nuagisme

To live for the moment (as if that were sufficient) and allow the given to sway ones attention to the pleasures of the wind over sweat-laced bodies on silent beaches kissed by tides; to subsist on nothing and breathe thin air as droplets filtered through evanescent cloud streams - this is what we call Nuagisme.

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