The mind map i constructed onto polythene sheets seven months ago is threatening to come away from the wall due to the heat from the radiator. I like a warm house like i need a clean house, it stays with me if i don’t get time to tidy up after myself before leaving. I actively think about the state i am coming home to during the course of the day.
He asked if considering last nights escapade i’d thought about contraception. It had crossed my mind more than once or twice during the sixteen hour period, so had the response of wanting children less than wanting to go to war being a strident passivist. I felt it echoed the same sentiments he’d made about previous convictions.
I feel i keep coming back to the notion of documentation and wanting it almost as proof. I’m raking through online photographs searching for certainty. Searching for placement of feeling.
Recognition is requiring its own validity.
A logical plane and then something else, ethereal and wanting but not able to be ephemeral.
To quantify, that was the expression. It lay on the tip of my metaphysical tongue, the one which speaks aloud in my head.