Silke

i am a corner-store adventurer who finds delight and beauty in unlikely places. i seek to access wonder and admire the absurd. i strive to be awake in the moment and of service in my waking life. i have already lived a very strange story but i still admire the bold tricksters of this world. i am fascinated by dark corners and captivated by color. i laugh when i am uncomfortable and cry only when i am totally at ease -- i find both positions genuinely funny and fleeting. i am a recovering journalist and reluctant author whose real life's work should never earn a cent. i have a dedicated practice which teaches me that thoughts are as transitory as breath but i still like to wrestle, curse, and wear clown socks. last year, i went to India where i licked the Taj Mahal; worked for a textile trader in the Thar Desert; and volunteered at the house for the destitute and dying in Kolkata -- none of which challenged me as much as sitting in silence for 14 hours a day while my brain roared. upon returning, i moved into a hospitality house and took up duties serving new york's surviving poor on the lower east side. it's a start... i find myself in the unlikely position of spending every other season in san francisco where i write and wander and watch pirated movies on my childhood chum's big tv. none of which feels the way it sounds.