What I want most of the time now, in this city and because of it, is to hear little and feel inner quiet. To connect with a single idea for more than a minute in the privacy of my consciousness. To hear about how others are doing this.
Ideas blurted out upon inception do me a sort of violence, but they’re much easier to hear from kids. Kid ideas can’t go wrong just like dream ideas can’t go wrong, because their incoherence is what makes them effective. Remember coherence is based on collective establishment of idea frameworks, which, when entrenched can lead to as many bad things as good.
This afternoon I got to read in my quiet apartment (in February closed windows keep the sound of nearby trains down). I heard a leaf fall from my Joseph’s Coat plant.