Entropy seems to be order’s ultimate champion. Leaning to disarray makes attention to a certain kind ov assemblage over Another. Balance . . .
It is not even close to a tipping point; not at all, since balance involves odd aspects of faith.
Insects… that seems to be all that comes to mind. The inviting hive resisting my odd flying habits.
C’est comme cela la syntax du moment, y’a toujours un élément important auquel il nous manque une clef pour y réfléchir. Un moment d’inattention.
Thank you Andrei, I think I get it.
Often, in our rush to “own” we forget something important. Everything seen becomes part of us; there is no copy[wrong]right in that space. Sometimes it just shifts perspective ever so slightly. Tarkovsky’s films are that for me, they remind me that the thing on my wrist or in my pocket that divides life into discreet units is just that. It is not about time, it is about duration; it is about giving existence a frame that we all somehow agree upon.