what's different today?
what's the same?


Gears, what is fun?

I imagine tumbling down a steep hill, in a sporting event, and still moving some volitionally also, and hoping my little movements will communicate to the judges somehow my beautiful intentions.

The olympics seem still to linger in the air, nicely, but that they were there at all is a troublesome thought. I don't want to be leaving so open to chance sensitivities close to the heart,
but it's precicely the sensitivity that's picking up all the noise that we want to talk directly.