Another midnight wakeup. Sarasota
My language is lost. Words are lost. Only images and thoughts. Thoughts without words. Can you have thoughts without words? Language you can have without words, and, I think, thoughts are also possible without words. Thoughts in images. Wordless thoughts. Abstract things that run through your head and then disappear because they have been replaced by wanderings and feelings.
What have I been doing?
What have I been thinking?
I’ve been watching. And lettings things come to me without trying to hold on to them. What have I been doing?
In this place?
I was at the sea today. I could have been there forever. It was my place. I was at home there. I suppose water is itself earth. I like it here. I am closer to the water here.