I don't know why I feel like this here. Everything is held up so visible in front of my face, lying just out of reach.
Painting is difficult, yet, looking at a difficult to produce painting conjures more 'access' than, perhaps, difficult to understand written work. Often moreso when the two accompany each other. I don't know what access is anymore.
I went into the fields,
I saw :
Laurel bushes
Water sodden underpasses
So much litter
Boxer shorts trodden into the mud
A man was sat smoking on a bench, i
Crawled through the undergrowth as if to stalk him
Like a deer
Like a wild boar.
Sand got caught up in my throat and airways
I was
Mumbling sleepless
'YOU ARE MY PREY'
Over and over
As if to simulate
Or reembark on pathetic adolescent aspirations.
I have to know just how intolerable it might be to assimilate my traits after observing them. How to make sense of SE4 (SEcond order 4observation)
I've got to make a point to properly explain the processes I was reading about, and how some of them resonate in peculiar ways. (my sight is noisy, I have to pick out the relevant information otherwise I'll get lost, sometimes there's false information overlaid on top of normal life, sometimes it's static, sometimes colours, mostly strange and wonderous meanings to unremarkable things)
I made a point to explain that everything that passes as info turns into imagery eventually.