Say for instance, the drawings on my art clipboard. They are nice to contemplate because of the effects the colors have on our eyes and the tricks we use on ourselves to help us identify reality. and from there I could branch of into tricks of reality, tricks of the eye, nature and how we perceive it, or I could stick to art and write about colors and what the feel like, look like, seem like, or lines and what they mean, Are they even real, how do they dictate our lives, and if they are important or foolish.
Or, take my pocket watch which is softly ticking and tocking on the dresser beside me. I could write about what clocks mean, how they affect the atmosphere of life, emotions and memories I am stuck by when I think of Clocks.
My rug, has it been vacuumed? Should I vacuum it? How much I love it...which leads on to my whole room...
So where to start? What should I think about? Who should I should I talk about? What is the importance in anything and does anything lead to everything?
For now I am stuck with recollections and memorabilia. I can't say what I want to say and I can't type fast enough to keep up with my thoughts. So I will mull and stew over them and one day I will formulate them and leave them to bake before setting the mental table and serving food for thought.
