7:26 AM - Bigmouth Coffee Roasters
… humid, hot, uncomfortable… earlier, Gregorian chants as i edit photos, then, organize my things, empty the basement dehumidifier, feed the puss, pack a poncho, there may be rain… i walk, i photograph inconsequential things and wonder, if i see them, record them, are they inconsequential… a male voice erupts from behind, “yah, my generation,” i turn to the words, a man, my age, a woman, perhaps older, walking towards the front… before, as i walked past the bagel shop, a young woman outside, waiting, desirable, desired… i think of the ways women are desirable to me, there is both masculine and feminine point of view… i enjoy maleness, the libidinous feelings an attractive-to-me woman summons, but i relate from a female place too, i am attracted from that place… sometimes i think, in my next life i would like to be a woman… in the wide open spaces of my thoughts i explore my complexity, a jumbled confusion of masculine and feminine longing… i wonder if i will put these words on my website, why not, honesty in all things, well, most things… S walks in, waves a shy hello as she passes slowly, favoring her right leg, she seems sad, has she lost weight, she looks good, the libidinous rise begins… i watch as she stands at the counter, on her way back we exchange a few words, she walks on… in Problems of Philosophy i read, “all experience is particular,”*…
*Bertrand Russell, Problems Of Philosophy