Everything. Nothing, NOTHING foists my fruition, or aim, or images. Everything recorded. Not even wine club members with their tireless pestering. Nothing. I’m a wine club member… Or, “I’m a member…” Not even a hello. Good for you, but I’m not listening. I’m looking at the vineyard, the leaves, red and green and yellow, light gentle mocha brown.. dessert and lunch, coffee, rest for me, meditation. Zen, principle in my personhood. Transfixing my sight to pages and books to be written. Collection tomorrow and today.