I work a strong coffee into the late afternoon.
As I chase lengthening days
-Shadows slipping seductively behind diffused light
Scattered...
I operate on the principle that something will come to mind
-Visual
-And intricate in structure.
And I will know code intuitively
the relationships
the objects
and orientations
to make it happen
And I will know that the vision is real
-not some trick of perception
(like so many 'mirages' before
movies that lack construction details)
Something that is the sum of its parts
and not the sum of its gaps...
The crema is gone (or encrusted)
-all that's left is the
black depths of a luke warm coffee
I have to remind myself
gaps
are not the same as
negative space
