like some ghostly or otherworld announcement, proclamation, stipulation and NEW Order.
Coffee needing more, me need more of it, her, the voice, that character – WINE, a room, a book, looking though past pics as I always do but with differing and more delineated intensity. What do I want from wine.. what does anyone?
All my criticisms aside, there’s something there, and I don’t know what. It’s not a contest of knowledge, or who has what in their cellar, or how ‘well connected’ you are… so then, WHAT.
Digging for more denotation and specificity.
Coffee done. In Nook, Emancipator in rotation. The unexamined life is not worth living…. Socrates. Thought, in what is, the apparent plainness of the Now.
I’m volant this morning, with the Nook office and these tracks. Something new in this exploration of wine and its, HER, definition…. Have to remember to NOT use that word, ‘it’, when referring to the color, any sensory connection.
In shower soon…. Past wine pics on this day from Facebook memories, one of stacked barrels on Kunde’s crush pad. Nine years ago. Then. I think about how my wine story and life, LIFE, has changed and developed in the past nine years. Change and certain changes and story shifts are inevitable.