Today there is this action, of the spider descending, that connects different parts of the day. And between those parts I tied more twine for the peas, I am ready to do anything for those peas so that they will grow strong with roots that go all the way down.


For a while I was hung up on not caring about content, only caring about “process”; now I am back to caring about content again. It can be interesting to see what detritus we accumulate because we happen to occupy time and space–even though a lot of the detritus is pieces of plastic with logos still not faded. Maybe at a certain stage in its decomposition, content, having lost its specificity, becomes the process moving content along. (The soylent green theory of the mind.)