I was watching a man giving an interview. He was a religeous man he said but clearly mostly he believed in himself. If he said it, it was said. And he answered yes - would you repeat the question. And then he said yes ah -I need you to repeat the question for me. And I thought, Yes. The question is the question, the world is the world and the answer is the answer and is always yes. I saw a man whi knew his answers should always be positive and encouraging and so his answers were always yes. Those were his answers. It was very strange. It was very strange indeed. Yes, it was strange to see this man. Yes ah I need to have you repeat that question for me.
You have to do an extraordinary amount of nothing to achieva anything. It takes so long for things to take no time at all. It is why children should have no responsibilities. They have to have plenty of time to do nothing or spend the rest of their lives looking for time to do something that need take no time at all. It takes an extraordinary time to achieve anything. Childhood is an extraordinary time.
Time is a very different thing all about. Over here it is one thing. Over here it is one thing and later it will not be that thing almost certainly. In France everything is very dusty and even things that are new are old. The babies are born the old people die and everything is very clean and old and dusty. In Germany everything is very bright and clean and everything that is old is new. The babies are born the old people die and time is not at all the same thing. In Germany they have only discovered time since the invention of digital watches from Japan. And in Germany time is very new and Japan is very new and it all comes from there anyway. Phoenix-like perhaps the arrival of children from the ashes of their parent people. One thing is replaced by another defined by a gap of no duration. On the nursery winter is brown and economics are small green below grounds even.
There is a fascination with spending money that is nothing to do with the amount but with the sorting of the coinage. The thrill down the spine of a walletful of notes. The repetative stare of regal eyes selected to comestible quantity. The rattle and precision of the transaction. Artistic expression is an important part of every one of us. Things come from the most unlikely places. Cold coins rattle personality expression and so it is all artistic.
Didn't they know it all so long ago and ancient people. Didn't they know it all to be said when it was. And so it all comes to repetition it all comes to. It all comes to repetition. Many many times there is nothing wrong in repetition even in repetition. It is stronger. Stronger still. It is repetition and repetition bears truth of a sort even as truth bears repetition.
Now there are things that are a long way off and things that are close to. That is to say they are not neccessarily different because of that they are not neccessarily the same. There are things that are here this thing and there are there that thing and they are the same of they are different. There is this thing. There is that thing. Here it is now. This body person this thing became that thing by distance. This person is still this person. Time was going rather strangely at first it was going forward to the past and then it was the past coming forward and how it is the past is the past and the present is coming forward to the past. Time is going strangely. That body person is coming closer again in space to here and now but now is coming back to the past, as going there was coming back to the past as it all will be again. Now now now. This is a sort of endless insecurity. The past is made into the present again and again for just long enough. Then it can become a new past again to return to later when the present present is no longer to be. All these changes are called Robert. That is what they are all called sometimes. They would not be right for me which is why it is different but not for Robert it is the same started again and so much easier. Although the ending is known and it cannot be so interesting I suppose but only easier often enough.
It is all a picture and half of the picture is painted by one and then another comes and finishes it a new time. If time went only in one direction it could not take so much to untangle in this way. Half of a half is probably all it can be. Half of a half may be to be seen. The rest is guessed of many people and their hopes which changes will show or hide in that sequence or another. I remember a small white rabbit when I was seven. I remember it upside down briefly and wooden and windows I remember very briefly. And then I remember sounds and thudding lots of running and underneath. Then I remember a baby House Martin and flies. Finally I remember it all like the post not being delivered. Finally it is all there is. Except for scratches up the forearm. Children I think must do a lot of nothing if it is to work. That is why I remember so much of the nothing at all. One day and then for a few more it was a monday that the thick fog was the thickest I think it was a monday. Outside was completely empty and it was very strong to be as good as that. I think it was a monday. Even today for me monday I like. Perhaps rabbits are wednesday because of my birthday which would explain wednesday as well now. Friday was a day. There was a day. And now friday has come to be that again.