Inconspicious Consumption
It has just been recalled to me that i must speak about the visibility of insides and outsides. If i pass a threshold and then in glancing forward notice the terrain is different and from this judgment of a memory (joined with a perception or premonition) come to a conclusion, or rather a reaction, then I might begin to notice the differences between my present stance and that of the memory that I hold with myself. Thus I become divided in the sense that I don't recognize the currency of my own self, that is I've exchanged with what I was by placing it in the comparison of what I am, which fades away as fast as I can count. Oh the time does pass when you stair up at the ceiling. The steps seem to come from the ceiling more often than not, but this is in fact only the comparison of the present or apparent with the remembered or recalled. How could that which I see, colored by how I project myself from the past, not constitute the more brightly colored pair (remembrance and the self).
Does it seem viable to detach oneself from the visible which is never manifest solely in the present. To detach the self from the perception of the present still leaves the invisible which I am by fact of not being solely the present presence and being instead the partially visible which is reflection upon or reflection of the past. If the partially visible is reflection, that is, the recollection of ones self as part of a situation that has passed, and that partially visible is the past part of the present, then how can we move forwardly into the invisible? The invisible is akin to an unconscious but at that point the sign and signifiers have been set afloat and recollection is already involved. One is already looking for the invisible at this point and thus it has pointers whether or not they hold any relevance or accuracy.
What stands before me this day? I need to finish sorting the press office, however I am severely limited by the amount of things and the amount of space. For example I have a large sewed sign and a underwriter diploma, each in a frame, that must be placed around somewhere. I wonder if its time for the press office to go up with the Times. I should look into this. I could take wire and run from it a sort of clamp that will hook to the top and bottom of a magazine with paper clip.
There is always an intercepting line that coincides with two parallel lines and feeds from one over the other until the moment comes that the interception is to take a place, the position determined by the indeterminate aspects along the vector, an uncertainty manifest in the condition or the situation of the interception. "There," the position vis a vis the lines become apparent in the motion of a convergence. Do we place a stake of remembrance and allow the narrative of a history represent itself as it rolls forward or allow the moment to pass into its possibles and continue to roll forward without mark, to become another intercepting line of alternative parallel dimensions?
