liberating reconstruction
Tonight I watched my favorite movie with a kitten on my lap.
A few nights ago I watched a young woman prey on simple things, staging derision and bequeathing anonymity, and I was impressed by how she decided her most innocuous actions. I could never trust her, but I could admire her.
There was another kitten, a horror story.
The determined artist chooses a medium of familiarity, a subject previously untouched, and begins work only to find the subject likewise determined to be created. The staggeringly reflexive vision makes it easy to surpass impulse, to apply insistent absorption in a productive way.
More about this last kitten: it enjoyed a lifestyle of arbitrary inclination and scampered toward a moving car and, sometime later, fled from me when I discovered the skin sheared from half its skull, one eye compressed to burst. I cannot really talk to cats despite imagining the ability and, despite a few promising steps, I was incapable of asking it to my side.
A few nights ago I watched a young woman prey on simple things, staging derision and bequeathing anonymity, and I was impressed by how she decided her most innocuous actions. I could never trust her, but I could admire her.
There was another kitten, a horror story.
The determined artist chooses a medium of familiarity, a subject previously untouched, and begins work only to find the subject likewise determined to be created. The staggeringly reflexive vision makes it easy to surpass impulse, to apply insistent absorption in a productive way.
More about this last kitten: it enjoyed a lifestyle of arbitrary inclination and scampered toward a moving car and, sometime later, fled from me when I discovered the skin sheared from half its skull, one eye compressed to burst. I cannot really talk to cats despite imagining the ability and, despite a few promising steps, I was incapable of asking it to my side.