I think I could avoid a lot of problems in my life by not thinking so much. Sometimes a set of shapes is just a set of shapes. Not too few, not too many, not the wrong ones, not the wrong color. Just some shapes, just whatever’s happening. A new set of chaos to which I’ll apply my own meaning.
The control in life will ultimately fall on me, to see what I want to see, to make what I want. I could see the wrongs, I could try to paint over it, or build new shapes. The moment comes though when it’s best to just stand there, to just see something.
I’m grateful though. In the span of all this useless thinking I never thought of a good reason to quit. I mean, when would I have the time?