Sirens Sketching by the Sea

2024.10.05

Good morning that wonderful way.

Hound dogs and Saturday morning raindrops.

How's your day?

Still too early to say?

One moment at a time?

So divine?

Sometimes they're just sketchbook doodles of words.
Sometimes they take a bit, the rhythm of it, takes a bit to start to flow.

Nonsense to sense.
Something to shake it out.

An artist's doodle that's the way to shake the noodle free from the snaggy webs of where'd the words go?

They're in The Land of Potentiality, with Everything Else, standing at Maybe Station, on the corner of Might Be Road and Perhaps Boulevard, on their way to Goodtime Gazebo on Laughable Lane.

The idea is words on a screen, on a page.

Stretch it out.
Make it last.
Give it time.
Make it fast.

So you make more.
And more.
And more.

Painter's doodles until the rhythm shows up.

Then we make it talk.

Comfortable interrogation room style.

We make sense from starlight,
Make meaning from ash.

It's all words.

I wish I could show you that.

Our whole experience is subject to, and predicated on, subjects and predicates.

Strange day so far.
Different air.

Something...
A new release from your favorite band.

You like the song, but it's more 'something new' in your world than a song from your favorite band.

Novelty means something.

The novelty that the novelty hasn't worn off is the best kind of novelty.

And well worth repeating.

A good day for thoughts of sirens sketching in sketchbooks by the sea.
Musing dreams to be.

Take care and have a sensibly better day.