walking at night with the breeze on one's face, meditating on stars in order to make one's face more beautiful, to transform the atoms into one's glorious destiny.

 Casually buying mochas from a man named Lee. The one who mixes it up on wednesday evening  at a club downtown , almost anything goes and people like it. He says " I go  there too , it's so much fun." Perhaps he spies you in a department store and claims you look too perfect , inquires if you  made a special trip downtown just to buy socks.

 Perhaps I saw the mothership on the horizon. I follow my nose to a place transcendent and multi-faceted  , a place to explore the possibilities of sound-waves.

 I am interested in urban planning. Some urban planners  claim that the spaces in-between the buildings are more crucial than the buildings themselves , it is more important how the buildings are utilized , how people interact , how they perceive themselves in conjunction with the destiny of the current urban environment.
Some taoist philosophers say than you can live 3 feet(slightly less than a meter) away from someone and be separate; be entirely unaware of them making love, what happens to them ;and be private. I am aware that sound can be a barrier , a protection , can 'create' and modify spaces. I understand that the shapes and sizes of buildings might be largely unrelated to their function in practicality.

 I envision tall tall houses like ancient trees in a particular part of seattle. The surroundings are largely unmolested , the skyline is roughly the same , fewer buildings , fewer people , less human activity. I realize the height in my visions is a social distance. I also understand that silence does not equal quietude ,  that what is meaningless can be undisturbing.


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 Where did all the people go (you might ask) ?  I see many possibilities , yet I don't wish to generalize. It's much better to think in  specifics , something of interest , how it develops , where it goes.
 I see less moving about , less senseless commuting and more 'travel' by common understanding , travel by comprehension in a manner of speaking and short excursions to  something like a market or to exchange affectionate conversation.

 More isolation in a sense, and more affinity towards one another based on ideas which cannot be relegated to ideology or even words or images.

 I have arrived, obstetrically , and although there are signs pertaining to  where I am going , I don't dwell on them  or give them away.

 I played the selection from Solaris at an appropriate time in the morning. I had set up  a guitar ,  a snare drum with microphones and also a mic. on the window . The selection vibrates the objects in the room while I calmly go about my business. 


      
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More about trees (affinity towards them ) reproduction , time scales and something 'underneath'.
   

1) There is a borrowed(or stolen) poem which I translated , then wrote a sort of story from the title , using a system in which the alphabet is interpreted in terms of real meaning and movement.

2) The taoist philosopher I met at coffee hour at an old church. Its original location was above a place miles underground mentioned by the author of 'rosicrucian questions and answers'(Lewis) in response to : 'where is the ether body of christ?' Supposedly it is guarded by angels with advanced weapons, hence the title of this piece.