online: 4 may 2015
modified: 3-4 may 2015
22 april 2015 in a quiet forest valley
...shielded from wind and from traffic sounds by trees and surrounding
hills... several trees fallen on dry ground... alerted to re-emerging
insect life by one beetle-like creature that closely resembles the dry
twigs and bits of bark among which it moves and thus becomes
...this spot where undergrowth's been removed and all above ground
level's looking wild and broken... or else the light green of early
leaves still half in bud.... and not yet fully shaped...
...a piece of fluff detached from tree sails almost horizontally for 10
or 20 meters...
...i rise from too low a branch for comfortable sitting and walk beneath
trees all the way to forest cafe... it's several years or even a decade
or two since i walked this path... i wonder how long before i walk it
again... that depends on random numbers as well as weather and states of
bodymind... all of which influence route through and around the city
...cafe is full of voices speaking if not listening... and the street
door's open this day of dry warm air... carrying sounds of wind itself
and traffic... and of thoughts made audible... the complexity of all
that happens (mostly ignored) reveals a world more various than one can
sense or think or even imagine...
(as they say in weather forecasts)
but also more than anyone can perceive in each and every moment...
[much of which is negated if one follows new commercialised spectacles
of creepy engineered experience... for which i as yet know no adequate meta-language...
but money... for attracting captive audiences]
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