A man could walk into a bank and ask 'what is it about things that means never change?' And the cashier asked
'what colour notes would you like?'. The man could answer 'brown ones'.
It is a very simple thing to do the shopping and so it has to be done most regularly.
Last time it was all different again and I didn't like it at all by this time it is all less unexpected and I am so more used to it so
although I didn't like it I did so much less. It was things that are not quite familiar going to be so, and that is why comes around to being Nigel again.
There are people who are involving and then there are people who are excluding they are just that is the way. Now Nigel
is not either of these things. Nigel has an image of what other people could be in the same place and he is that thing.
I saw some drawings he had done which did not have any more or any less than could be expected of them. In fact that was all they were.
They had settled down to be that thing which I hesitate to call of no interest to me because there is no reason for them to be so but they weren't.
Yet some of that style have much more by themselves, this was just purely mechanical no more nor less than that.
They were dresses drawn to fit only on dummy's. Drawings can be two dimensional because of the paper or because of the artist and that is all there is to it.
In the bank there is a man who lives behind a sheet of glass and yet could never live only behind a sheet of glass.
There is a man who would come as no surprise on the outside as inside it to be a sheet of glass.
There are a lot of minds all being very confusing at one time so that is all at once and this time it does not yet untangle.
And that is really what it is in Nigel not to untangle. Was it superman who had x-ray vision or was it x-ray hearing?
Two there are in loyalty they say but perhaps that is not all. Lee calls them a little family.
There is not nothing in that but certainly. Then there is one that is difficult to understand that is Nigel.
To be harsh here is very easy but there is nothing that could be right. Then there was too together.
One, and so both, quite unexpected but not entirely so. Then there was me. I suppose in part I was only passing but not entirely in me either.
It was about being included I think. In warmth and expectation. Then there was one other who I have nothing to see for. Sitting with Leff and so Lee could be with us.
Anyway. Without listening at all Leff was not distracted by anything at all.
Then there were children of one sort or another, one wanting baby oil. And that was all.
The parcels in the posted post office are waiting to be paid for.
This evening it is like islands. Disconnections. Like spaces between. There is no future. Just uncertainty. There will be three perhaps to be four.
Words and pictures and uncertainty. This is all built for comfort and that is all. Comfort here excludes the outside easily so it is getting smaller year by year.
One has gone to not see it go. One has stayed to see so.
And the space of formed and was a three week reprieve. Space yourself into a three week reprieve and look for it to happen only here.
It is not at all easy.
Because of the floods yesterday were to Truro most unexpected. The level of the river Kenwyn rose eight feet and in Victoria Place
people were rescued by dinghy from the first floor. It is strange that it can happen often in other parts of the world.
The Yangtze rises over 100 feet every year and in Truro 8 feet because. Two and a half inches of rain flooded together in one day.
So into the bottom of Truro all of Victoria Place was to be flooded and people were rescued from the first floor by dinghy. I wore wellingtons as I walked around today
but that was all and I usually do anyway. In the islands of the Caribbean the forest to be progresses cut down and so it is seen as good
and not seen for conservation and it never will be before long it will be nothing like the stamps in a stamp album and cold and hard.
That is how it will be which is why I was rather glad it was so in Truro and had no sympathy for mud on the carpets victims.
Perhaps one day it will all be gone but until then we save the same sadness and save the same progress and save the same pandas.
Here before I was looking sideways or groups and not working and it all being open and closed and it was through not having any foundations
and it all being uncertainty. It is not having any foundations that cut it all down. There is no common grouping it all flows apart and together
all by chance so it is. There are no foundations. There is nobody there who is for a long time. There is no appearance of stability.
It is all change and so there can be no stability and so they can be no foundation. Change to be stable has to be part of a pattern and so it has not been.
It has to be explained and expected and accepted or it is nothing but change. And so it has been and still is that there are no foundations.
There is no basis for building. No materials for building. Just nothing. Talk. Debate. Argue. Grow and die.
Just no foundations. Perhaps there are all the pieces. Perhaps there are not. Perhaps they can be put together. Perhaps they can not.
It is patterns. Building patterns. Appropriate patterns. It is almost blank but not quite. Weak foundations. Blank paper.
Clear and grow. Slash and burn. The difference what is it. Creation and destruction. Patterns. Survival. There are no foundations.
Are there other pattern builders strong enough to do it all? Can there be time to see or does it say blank.
There are being involved and people that are involving. There are people who are not involved and who are excluding. This is part of the pattern.
Go or stop. Red or green. It will be what it is. To change the pattern is to change what it is.
Right at the beginning was another. Called Tim and I recall that only dimly. You will have to go right back to the beginning.