There is not a lot of time. “Things To Do” engulf every moment: earning an income, housekeeping, taking time to make and eat meals, hydrating, exercising, getting outdoors.
But, they aren’t really the purpose, are they? The “Things To Do”?
We only covered the essentials. There are more. Scrolling InstaTikSnapTube, ingesting humor, culture, oddly satisfying vids - or doom; exhaustively researching minor purchases, pondering the Miller-Urey experiment - or regarding the fearful bobbit worm; rearranging furniture, inspecting nose pores, writing lists - or having a nap; or, during a chance conversation with a could-be friend, failing to recall anything whatsoever that would make an interesting anecdote and turning loose the rubbish phrase - “Nice weather, huh?”
The moment is the purpose.
“Things To Do” overpower the moment like hyenas, clamoring to clamp on, yank it away and swallow it whole. They swarm like ants coating the colorful enamel of a discarded lollipop, scooping away each sweet second until only a bone-white paper stick is left. They are motormouths, belching an endless gasconade, smothering the moment, stifling the beat and choking the plot.
I eschew them sometimes - as often as I can, or am disciplined enough - and make beats. I use charcoal, words, and perhaps some paint. I might write a bit of software. I express myself, explore ideas, simulate experiences and test drive different personas. Syuzhet is the arrangement of the beats. It is a gallery of portraits, poems, proverbs, prose and photos.
There is one chronology now - post date - and there will be many chronologies later - type adjacency, topic proximity, and narrative thread.
I hope you enjoy your visit.