A half inflated mylar balloon just flew by the window and offered a free reflective surface for a very brief moment. I did not take this free offer and just remained seated on the couch with the orange Sbritt t-shirt next to me and in direct extension an empty glass filled with the memory of a self mixed screwdriver and some plants sitting in the window in cups filled with new york tap water, and the water tower and the hudson river new jersey…
i should be on a train now, i should be in the office now, i should be finishing an interesting portion of the new project… which is fun… except that it does overlap slightly with the things I tend to write here, which makes it harder for me to write anything here, as I do not really want things to overlap in such a way. Two objects can not occupy the same space at the same time, so what about thoughts, ideas?… or can objects also occupy the same space if the space is only turned into ideas first?…
i am not even in the t-shirt and i can not be in the same spot as the t-shirt, but we are both certainly in the same room and the hudson river is here too, and even the mylar balloon, which actually never was here, suddenly occupies the same thought space. “las palabras son mentirosos” said Miguel, and indeed, it is possible to squeeze just about anything into a construct made out of words…
On a completely unrelated note… I have been really enjoying the richness and depth of this… Interesting Source of knowledge and inspiration hmm…
so fascinating…
I wonder what happened to the balloon…
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oh, and I was just shown this and it is some scary piece of working with words…