The urge of thinking loud. Thinking over.
Thinking through a white space. A white spacetime.
Deciding not to bother. Not overloading. Not to want too much.
All goes on inside.
Thinking of limiting.
Space to depersonalized thinking. Not sure it will work.
Perhaps it shouldn't work.
Perhaps it ought to be like an imaginary conversation.
In a white open spacetime.
Like a hub. A nod for further investigations.
In intra-active site (using an academic terminology)
This is dreaming. Open. Connecting. In transit.
Anonymous, It can't be.
Need to hide.
This spacetime to be entered.
Every one has the choice to stay outside.
it is perhaps a forum.
A brown bag seminar. Without invited speakers.
An improvisation. Starting with an emergent urge.
For thinking/performing an empty space.
Listen. Directed Through broken voices.
A thought runs off with a distant memory,
Through frozen moments.
Spacetimes for over-vocalizing.
Where do they lead?
Are they simply a bother? Can they make a difference,
Wanting, wishing and longing are crushing into on another.
"Would be nice to be with".
There is a longing.
In this spacetime. Open. Telling.
But only here.
It is a performance.
Trust it or not.
(The word appears over and over,
in the most unexpected ways.)
It is accessed openness.
A collection of irrational questionings.
Through senseless reasoning.
Who can I trust? I asked.
The spiritual subject.
I cannot release myself from h/er/i/m/t