Thought Shopping
Thought shopping, much like all other shopping, is a most active adventure: leafing through papers, searching through shelves, pulling out drawers, sifting through swatches, unconcerned with specifics, simply looking, browsing, taking in little moments like objects not delicately set on any one of them in particular. Some in bottles, some in baskets, some woven, some knitted others disassembled, in minuscule parts, all beautifully a piece of the whole scene as I inspect them for interests that might be hidden within in some small detail, in some foreign texture, some opaque idea that shapes an impervious particular outside of an otherwise dynamic so vividly announced, letting my mind wonder, as to invite the object to speak allowing it to say all it has to say, permitting its mutual searching in what it is or possesses about it wanting to be liberated by the idea of its finding. Thought shopping, a daily dialogue diligently due all those alive so as to air out the misgivings of mo...