Thursday, 17 June 2010

Dropping Objects.

I've been still more often as of late. Sat. Listening. My head is still but my ears are moving. Listening to the tales outside my window, On the first floor, just to the right of the window, sat on a chair that is supported by a red cushion, surrounded by Sparrows. I cannot help but think that I am hearing how I want to be hearing. How, if I heard the exact same sequence of events post or prior, I would hear it al so differently. I think, if that were so, if I had heard it differently, arriving at this conclusion thorough yet further differentiation, then I would have not have observed this deduction and would not be writing any such thing. Perhaps I would.