something after a temporary halt

to resume. a space for critical thinking // cracked glass

glueing the city back together

i have decided to forsake, momentarily, capitalization here.

something meaningful, and full of meaning, from someone not me:

Any form of thought whatever requires a preparation by emptying one’s mind. You have to lance the cumulative abscess, since we know too much about everything. And there is nothing better than mindless diversions to rid us of that deadweight that crushes thought. Nothing like a good bout of obsessive gymnastics to dispel received ideas. The preparatives for thought are as mysterious as the preparatives for anger. - Jean Baudrillard

writing = thought // -distraction +mental stretching // incomplete equation

resuming a space for this preparative

hopefully you'll do some somersaults too

there are also older poems in past issues of online journals that i never posted about. read them:

Spiral Orb One - Window Conversation

Tattoo Highway 20 - I wanted to Write a Short Story

to be continued...