Just one near-perfect thing.

"If I could do just one near-perfect thing, I'd be happy.

They'd write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes.

On second thoughts-- I'd rather hang around and

be there with my best friend if she wants me"

-Belle and Sebastian, from IF SHE WANTS ME

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Dissonance: n. A tension or clash resulting from the combination of two disharmonious or unsuitable elements.

Meta- Meta- Meta --- dancing.

Have you ever been simultaneously a character in your own dream, and a third-person, omni-present dreamer? Not a dream where the dreamer is a character, but a dream where the dreamer is distinct from the dream and you are the dreamer but also in the dream. I have them often, and oftentimes they carry over when I wake up-- so I am experiencing and watching myself experience at the same time. Self critiquing while being. Fully engaged in my actions, and their results, but also fully distinct from them.

This is dissonance; sometimes land // sometimes ocean. This is the artist's tension. The observing hand. This is the lodging between ethereal and corporal: suspension somewhere--ambivalent-- in-between. --

Like mid-winter springtime.

Like on-the-brink again.

....

I'm gonna go buy some yogurt. (That's exactly my point).

Hunger is as corporal, but also as real as it comes. And thinking, no matter how precious

doesn't taste like Plain Greek Yogurt with Strawberries.