We never stop hearing, when do I stop writing?

Starting May 6th and ending some time in July, I shall be walking from one end of Wales to the other.

Please click HERE to download a short PDF file elaborating on the route and fragments of my intent.

Prevailingly horizontal

Heisenburg concluded that nature is not absurd, but that, because it is necessary to contrive 'artificial' perception devices in order to know it, we intrude the deficiencies of our perception into these objects and processes that we wish to know about. He writes: "...the observation plays a decisive role in the event, and the reality varies whether we observe it or not. It is very important to realise that our object of study has to be in contact with the other part of the world, namely the experimental arrangement, before, or atleast at, the moment of observation. This influence introduces a new element of uncertainty, and since the device is connected with the rest of the word, it contains, in fact, the uncertainties of the microscopic structure of the whole world..."

To walk and make notes, to make notes, to walk, to forget about remembering the sciences, to forget about the soul, there is no order to such a tension, there is no preference or hierarchy, there is all and nothing, existing through the others existence.

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.

The Severn Way - Y Drenewydd | Y Trallwng

"Is it impious to weigh Goose music and art on the same scales?" - Aldo Leopold.


Losing Swans and Signets with Welsh Cakes. Pondweed at the Locks.
A field full of Rams. A one centimetre long Frog.
Sediment on the surface of the canal emulating a Silver Birch.
Scum on the water interpreting an unseen topography.
Large crops of Moss under the surface of the water.
Roots in the water like Mandrake. Chickens cleaning themselves in ash.
Two pygmy Horses vying for attention as a Llama idly clips the grass.
A completely silly Donkey. Displays of Sheep dominance.
Following a Grouse for some miles.
The trumpets of many a flying Canada Goose, over two hundred.