Frame

I sat today in two different offices.
One was shuddered and blinded, had no view, was stark, distant and cold. It smelled of antiseptic and sickness.
The other was open, carpeted and cheerful. The windows were open, affording a pretty view of the pale blue sky splashed with reds, oranges, pale greens and yellows.
I did not have to wait long in the first, and for that I was glad. In the second, I had to wait twenty minutes, and yet it did not feel that long. By the time the meeting resumed, I felt like I could explain that small view by heart.

Everything falls into frames.
Frames of context, frames of perception, frames of being.
Window frames, photo frames, frames of mind, poster frames. Our younger selves are sometimes encased in picture frames.
I find that many people are caught in certian frames in my mind. Say a name, and a certain picture snaps into frame. But I'm a visual person.
Frames. Frames bound things and make them orderly and neat. What happens when the frame fall apart? what happens to those that fall out of frame, who are lost to the visual mind? Do they cease to exist, much like Mr. Berkley's theory of Relativity, wherein if you do not actually see it, it does not exist?
But I don't even trust my eyes.
Let's hear it for being a little bit paranoid.
Started thinking about how I fit in a frame. For some reason I think it'll either be a tight cramped dark little space, or friggin' huge with a very little bit of something of no particular consquece in it somewhere.
I should probably start drawing again.
And getting one of those infernal lightbulbs.

I spend a great deal of money tonight. I bought an electric kettle and the new Dixie Chicks cd. I never buy cds. But this one's got my favorite song on it.
And it's got lots of other good stuff. What increadible voices. Go me. I spend money on something I didn't need.
We should pay attention to this moment, such as it hardly ever happens.
Also got chocolate chips for making cookies with. ;)

Lonesome is bittersweet.

- K.