Wherever you are
Land on another star
Today, I found something. Well Something that was never lost. Lots of those lost things resurfacing of late, only out of a realization of finding them on the end of your desk, where you kept placing it over and over again, your higher self, until you were ready to find it. It isn’t lost anymore.
All shiny and silver, but not so new like something shiny might be, but more like something less new and more weather. Maybe the grip of my palm will wilt it with some love. A Grey GE Fast Playback AVR device. This baby picks up some “groovy jams” and makes me want to go a little crazy to see how far it will travel with me. Inanimate devices never expect anything to extraordinary, so I can settle on dictation less than loud enough for a meeting or lecture, or as Mr.GE calls it “general use”. There is maybe nothing so useful about my generality.
I need to start jotting down yucky stuff about being here or there.
Back to the
drawing painting hurting recording board.
The drawings, the past few days, well not the drawings themselves, rather the image of the intention of them within my mind sphere - they feel empty. Or rather not held to a substance which is helpful of their pertinence. The reliance of an outside source of foundation is unsatisfying, so I search for a method to bring modes of production closer to the heart. So begins the paper making saga. Part 1 : Find supplies
-material for pulp
who knew foundations were so easy to build.
Tomorrow I will endure a strenuous amount of movement, both mentally and physically. The reward will be working through all of it, with smiles, cheers and laughs. I will grumble on home feeling accomplished and ready to hit the plushness of my bed. Tonight I prepared to be prepared for tomorrow. I made dinner. I researched things concerning libations of specific palatable values, I stuffed my sacks with goods and treasures that keep me comfortable. One red shiny corkscrew, a funny pack of pens. Not all the days have unfolded so pleasantly as these have of late. I feel the things most swiftly, but also wholly now. In a way that is only the most slightly familiar. The order of priority is “correct” in a logical way only sound to myself. I sit and ponder things like “logic outside of reason”, “the void”, and “wonder”, sitting wondering how very great it feels to feel.