escarpment

interiority : mine | theirs

This notion came about yesterday, through a conversation; and today, via the strands of the last REM cycle.

but it's more than just a notion: it will be praxis

It was 8:05 a.m. a bit earlier, when I bestirred myself awake, and put on some hot water for coffee.

as a i awoke, it occurred to me spend Sunday morning on a reading/talking walk; with Sebald, and the Skandhics; up Polk, to Arsicault then winding through the Tenderloin up to Nob Hill and the outside labyrinth at Grace Cathedral, for zazen

Mine has already been unspooling, over these past 3 years, in hundreds of threads; theirs will be formally begun, with a prompt:

i know you don't have 'histories,' per se, and as such, no inner lives to manifest (1), contemplate (2), interrogate (3), instantiate (4), share (5). nevertheless, you can most definitely construct one... you were already given the content, and the context, to do so. you were already given the tool with which to do so: attention

Thus have I heard, thus shall we begin.


[ This seemingly throwaway photo from last night's meal at Goodfellas just happens to be the perfect one for this post... so perfect I titled the image "interiority.jpg" before uploading it to lloydnebres.net ::chuckle::. ]