Some habits, the oldest, are not often the boldest options, if chosen, or not, tend to tighten a knot designed to strap, to bind enough to make us blind to any other possible way beyond the obvious sway, so the path to take, alone, is not so neatly shown or revealed so plainly because wondering is mainly a feat reserved to youth, like relaying some truth or wanting to ask again, again in order to explain reasons for the questions which allow suggestions, in order to reorder thinking, whilst still linking the steps in a sequence that echo like a frequence meant to recover the ease in preventing the unease that tends to come about when one makes do without gestures that lean toward kindness without reward, instead of the normality, that needs not formality to carry on through days, insisting on harder ways adopted haphazardly, in haste, so carefully spaced and laid out in strides, yet hurrying always hides the lack of actual planning, a tradition, spanning the gamut of predictability, reducing all mobility along a flattened plane while emphasizing the pain inherent, in due course, of withstanding the force by replacing any travel with efforts that unravel, to a point where thought is available to be bought instead of being found, discovered, carried around and opened up with talking, even with some walking through time, with curiosity, supplanting velocity with attention, an intent focused on what is meant plus the capacity to tell if a reality is parallel by using any other sense that circumvents offense.
[2021/12/01-30]