a journey of a thousand miles begins with an idea.
this one is not a new idea. it is, in part, last year's idea.
now it is an evolving idea, which will be more interesting, at least to me, than something new and shiny which is still in its original box.
something which evolves is always growing and changing shape. there are a few fixed points making up a rough skeleton, and as the days pass, if i remain open and receptive, to my intuition as well as to what other people bring me, i might flesh out these bones with a certain amount of co-authorship humility and surprise.
childhood fountains were such ambiguous places. the slightly rank water, in its recycled and filtered loop,
smelling of wet cement and chlorine disguised mould, littered with magnified copper coins weighted down by unspoken hopes and wishes. worthless coins, winking and blinking in the sunlight, daring you to get your sleeves wet and steal them.
this one is not a new idea. it is, in part, last year's idea.
now it is an evolving idea, which will be more interesting, at least to me, than something new and shiny which is still in its original box.
something which evolves is always growing and changing shape. there are a few fixed points making up a rough skeleton, and as the days pass, if i remain open and receptive, to my intuition as well as to what other people bring me, i might flesh out these bones with a certain amount of co-authorship humility and surprise.
childhood fountains were such ambiguous places. the slightly rank water, in its recycled and filtered loop,
smelling of wet cement and chlorine disguised mould, littered with magnified copper coins weighted down by unspoken hopes and wishes. worthless coins, winking and blinking in the sunlight, daring you to get your sleeves wet and steal them.
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