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.
Cold, makes things look organized that much longer. Then freezing and thawing seem to throw little illusions in our path. Or it could be the waves of heat coming from the gloves clenched in your teeth distorting perspectives.
How well do we recognize order in dimensional planes? Is it like time, irrelevant in absence of context? P. Greenaway says that humans have weak skills in recognizing symmetry over time.
I assume, that is all I can do, that the order needed to create an even build-up ov particles is ov particular note. Of course that bit of fence needs to be there in order to add a sceptical perspective; but ov what exactly.
As the ink settles between the fibres.