objects

August 16, 2011 § 1 Comment

The living room is littered with objects. Like an evening beach at low tide, the jetsam of the day includes squashed cushions, strewn sofa blankets, tea cup, wine glass, half-begun jigsaw, bag, and notebook. The mover, also an object, is propped on the sofa, laptop on lap as intended. The witness, cognised now as yet another object, loses its accrued sense of significance and everything, every object, thought, sensation, and emotion appears inseparable from the knowing.

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§ One Response to objects

  • Ahhh…. one wonders if this is the aftermath of a girly sleepover? Imagine too difficult to go around and pick-up after the girl(s) with your wonky foot injury. 😦

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