MAY 15
There must be a sound neurological reason why it’s impossible to think along the linear sequences that lead to books and essays while engaged in 3D daydreams about the potential disposition of pipes, vents and valves in a house, the angle at which doors do open, can open, might open, the state of window sashes, the level of damp in a basement, speculation about the necessity for French drains, trenches, foundation membranes, and agitated speculations about how to identify termites and judge their intentions.
The 3-D panic stops me from thinking about the unthinkable wars being waged right now. I’d like there to be more choices beyond panic or catastrophic panic, but you are served what times cook up. Neither thinking nor feeling are adequate to the times.
World Central Kitchen are up to the task of trying to alleviate, to feed. Trying to feed starving people.
Personals concerns : a small patch of public lawn edged in low wavy metal arcs painted dark green. In a recent previous universe, the symbolic barrier kept intruders off the grass.