Gaze

Sometimes you become aware of the presence SOMEWHERE of eyes, searching, looking about -- and the awareness travels across what? the collective consciousness?
I see it as a dark, mountainous landscape with scattered, dim lights sometimes in threads, sometimes brighter or coloured.


Perhaps there is somebody I don't yet know, far far out there on the periphery ........



or maybe its just another restless echo from the past, i so hope not.

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hurry UP!!!

I wish Tuesday would hurry up - I completely cannot !WAIT! to see Herzog's film about Timothy Treadwell - and its about the only thing by Herzog that i haven't seen!

Meanwhile -- paint paint paint - on a ceiling, on a board and even on a canvas (easel is in the middle of chaos)
I got paint on the (humourless) courier's mechanical clipboard thing that u have to sign. What a calamity.

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