
One of those days when the mind stretches into the far reaches of that space that wavers somewhere between the conscious and the unconscious. A place where definition is flimsy. A breeding ground for private revelation. Catching by the tail things previously glimpsed but fleetingly, with peripheral vision. And then, continuing to hold on. Or not.
(Painting by Michael Smither 1971)
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