000004 #human This room would be an easy room in which to fly. If I were going to learn flying, I would start here. Look at the great peaked roof. Look at the spidery beams. Look at the punchy duct. Look at all that beautiful, calm, big space. It's clear. It's clear in here, more clear than anywhere I've been for a long time. I wonder why that is? Coincidence? Juxtaposition of nodal lines? History schmistory? This was some kind of a place, you know, before it turned into what it is sort of supposed to be right now. It wears the costume of what it is supposed to be now with good grace and a sense of humor. You know. Kind of like the way I don't. 081313 Then I played a #meerkat with the cuboid involving a tarot spread with text files instead of cards, and when I asked about what's behind me, where I'm coming from, an #eel reminded me obliquely (eels are always oblique) about a time when I used to play congas in a band and wear gauzy skirts in public and flirt with my male drum teacher.