Today I was walking around,
Doing my usual: paying attention to everything that looks even remotely interesting, dodging in and out of traffic with my usual sense of alacrity, all while keeping up my standard (here read fairly fast) pace;
When it strikes me -

the thing i do most when i’m walking is Dream

weird little pipe-dream motifs
the occasional bit of fantasy
integrating all these
interesting elements,
(mostly human)
that i won’t actually engage with,
into the flow
of what exists
only in my mind

And what would come of it, should I attempt to approach and engage one of these spectacles that insist on commanding my attention, even after the inevitable clump of my boot-heels has taken me far away from them?

Today I won’t find out.

Whoever is completely and wholly an artist is to all eternity separated from the “real,” the actual
- Nietzsche

i was on the homestretch
when all this came to mind
and in my mind i explained it
to the illusionary representation
of an actual person i’d seen
earlier on my journey
they smiled . . . laughed a bit . . .
turns out they felt the same

i was glad

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