Yesterday I was cleaning the floor. Mopping up two litres of rain. Meanwhile spreading dirt with boots. How did I do it past fall? I didn’t. Floor was leaking. It was just dirty.
A rich life, right? With less stuff? Less? Must be less. Too much here. Pack things to bring to home front. Do I need the playing cards? More thinking about stuff. Make list of things needed from home front for mini festival. Don’t forget anything, it’s eight kilometres with bicycle cart. Still have to make a deck for the thing. Next. Sort out moulded shoes. Stuff again. Postponing the dishes. More stuff. Computer problems related to moist? Hope not. Want stuff to work. Fixing lamp. Not got right equipment. Must ask host again for right tool.
Poetry? Transcending the everyday? Would like to. How? First fix stuff. All about fixing the stuff. So I don’t have to think about it. Stuff works: head empty. Now stuffed. Like tent.
What did friendly nomad say? You have to live it to know it. Visitors see somewhat of an ideal, practically it is much more about finding wood and getting water.