Right now things are not so mystical. I am ok with that. I think mysticism is related to finding your way back to a form and right now my forms and containers are of the world world. Etched out. A budget to work with. A path to drive on. A rhythm to follow. Geometric consistency. I can still remember when I was in-between forms. A ghost looking for a new kind of skin. I carved out designs from nothing and now my foot is on a well built coffee table built by someone in the 50's. I'm not saying the fairies and mermaids aren't around. I just think they must be sleeping. I've given them a few months off for a vacation. So for now I will continue to make some dents in debt holes. Abstractions recently imbued with honor and weight. I will feed myself with the time I've bought myself and let myself move with this rhythm like air going in and out of an accordion until I get spit out again. In the meantime I'll keep the door open for visitors.
