Temporal Math

Adding to , subtracting from, and reorienting my 50 year-old 000-felt-tip drawing in the sketchbook that I tossed into the trash, a friend removed from the trashcan, then I tossed into a box in the garage rafters, then another friend salvaged from paper-eating bugs, then I scanned and repaired....then tossed away, yet another time.........evolves, or devolves, some updated meaning from new attentions to whatever I had originally intended....becoming whatever it is now.......retitled, from "Tongue-wagging journey" to "Imagined Tonguescape".........Nothing is ever 'finished'....the Editing will go on....and on....and on.....within the labyrinth of synaptic storage rooms where millions of ideas, images, thoughts and feelings co-habit some aging brain tissue.....So...I am burning the drawing to create smoke that, like the leavings of tea in a cup's bottom, may...as it emerges from the flames...produce yet another source of inspiration, then vanish into the ether.......Or...just turn the page and flow some fresh ink!