Beneath the Glued-down Cover Story

Reading the bound blackbook that I sent 'Charles' in 1968....the hundred pages, written on the IBM Selectric.....the pages began to fall from the volume...pages that had been scotch-taped over the more revealing pages, written before....now 'beneath'.....a representation of conscious repression.....with fading ink on decomposing paper......I remembered neither of the 'storylines' However, isn't this the definition of 'repression'?   .......forgetting, then forgetting the forgotten?  The brittle yellow tape, having released the 'underneath' from the ablative conjuring, masking the shame of confessional exploratory.....

TEATIME .......

Those thin, super soft blankets from China have a new use.....for warmth...and for 'blind' tea-tasting.......I offered 6 different teas, from many tea plantations......serving it to 'under cover' tea drinkers......there was no correlation between cost and preference........drinkers chose by aroma, even more than palate sensation......

The Only Dance There Is......

Walking past a 'strip mall shopping row' with a 'see-through' window lineup of folks, i a row, wearing earbuds, watching themselves cycling or 'rowing' or lifting weights in full-wall mirrors......I imagined much more exotic 'exercise routines'.....that would be far more 'connected' to the Natural World.........rather than the self-imposed 'group' isolation that seems to prevail.......How about 'stretching' or 'yoga' to the sounds of a bronze rain drum? The 'New Age' is over.....Perhaps, we are now in The ‘age of intelligence dissipation’ to the sounds of hip-hop, blaring from open car windows.......drivers, pounding its rhythms on steering wheels.....