Close to how it used to be we keep looking shall I avail myself of expediency simultaneously. absence of purpose collecting the quiet let us collect by not searching calculating carefully for no reason carefully deleting what we take for granted unknown is not necessary simply availing myself catching the eye of the beholder to myself I am talking to myself while looking elsewhere * Your absence echoes your presence plans do go astray something to say you want to say something have your say and say it too I’m still the same same in stillness let’s cultivate sameness in stillness ready or not step right up illusion of sense can be long-lasting sense and the appearance of sense a transparent level of sense the eye of the beholder looking over your shoulder