The light is changing. A few steps into
in between on this Sunday. Dust settling could be the title for this one. But it is not settled yet. So who knows? I find I am starting to discard the concept of direction.
Maybe redirection is on my mind. And how that might be ever present. Unless you consider the moment. Which may not exist beyond just its consideration.
I have no frame of reference today. my mind is dust. The unsettled kind.
This cloth is so light, I keep stitching to give it substance. It feels like mending the holes between moments. Each one redefining the shape of things. This is giving new meaning to spaced out. Today, a square is made of dust.
