NOTHING IS FORGOTTEN, ONLY REDISTRIBUTED, REALLOCATED AND REASSEMBLED, BECOMING 'SOMETHING', AGAIN AND AGAIN
the fragmented X'mas wrap on the bland ordinariness of a cold December morning....after a night of abstract dreams......that, too drowsy, upon awakening at 4am, I was lacking the energy, if not some mild enthusiasm, to document in one of my Blogs......but, now, although I thought, then, that I'd remember all the details... later... they had vanished from Short Term Memory......Yet....the dreams, or some permutation of them, will surely resurface.....Nothing is really Forgotten, is it? It is the Purpose of Art to Remember the lost fragments.....reconstructed, again and again.........
So....lie down, get 'comfortable', drift with the clock's pendulum's exactitude, close your eyes, then count down from a high enough number that you don't run out of space before engaging with subliminal roadblock processes to reveal what's 'really on your mind'....what is 'outside the inside'. Relax.....breathe out.....
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