days go into days and then go into days. I think about things. But no more., when, suddenly, something happens.
went into town and got 4 more of these. The books. The books are in them. So when i unload them There, they will be ok. There are 7.
the Plan, the original Plan is that there will be a communal building. Which will house stuff that needs housing. Will be a communal kitchen. i am going on this original plan. I have veered off sometimes to a storage shed behind my hut. But really, i think not. I think there would be this communal place. The books need to be kept dry and chew free. So in these they are. Maybe they will remain this way. I'll know how to find any one of them...will label the container. ie: ones with Mary O, Rilke. Ones with Arundati Roy, ones with how to grow raspberries. When i need something, i'll know how to find it.
OR maybe they will become some kind of Library. I like this. Like this a LOT. a Library.
the Books of Knowledge. From my life forever as i know it. Lands and People. NOT in a box. they need to breathe because they are old
and all the cloth on those utility shelves in the bedroom is now in similar containers, half this size. There are 6 of them. I need more.? maybe? Still all the cloth in the baskets. How to do this?
What else is all the kitchen stuff. How do i pack that?
The art stuff i think will be easy enough.
All the Outside Stuff...the tools, the rakes, shovels, wheel barrows, and then all the sticks, the rocks, it's really hard for me to imagine how this might present when loading a Uhaul.
There is no date. Like nothing on a calendar when it will HAPPEN, but it will happen and i need to be ready.
there's all the baskets full of cloth that i don't know how to do and i need access to for this last Cloth that i'll work on
so i am packing Stuff. but also i am packing my Self. Ok.
and about Agency, which remains a Presence, a strong and fierce presence....
i don't know which one of them said it, in the last days there were so many, but one said
"this is for Syria".
and i think. re Agency
if you live in a place where there is nothing but war
Iraq, Syria, Sudan
if you live in a world where the sociological psychological concept of Agency is non existent, is really inconceivable,
and then
There are countries that give lip service to Agency and you might live in one but the reality of your life may not really include Agency, not really, not ever
what if you were born where there is blood in the streets? always blood in the streets?
I used to believe that as an American citizen i had voice. That it was my inalienable right, my birthright and i am seeing now that this is no longer true
