(no subject)
Apr. 26th, 2008 01:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
proximoceptionI'm almost over the indignity of actually doing something.
I'm sure I'll lose that almostoverness over summer though. Because it is undignified, when you draw back from what you do. You have to be in it so far as to see not a bit of the frame, until it's the things inside it that have or lack dignity, the things you're supposed to be rearranging, and usually can easily enough. Seems to be the sheer amount that creates the difficulty: no one would give you this job unless you could do it, no one would give you a job you could do so perfectly as to not get behind on--maybe because then you'd have time, could detach, would see the indignity, march away?
Also it helps to really, really need money. Needing money involves most of the same sparks and darks and prickles in the head fearing someone large is about to hit you does.
I'm sure I'll lose that almostoverness over summer though. Because it is undignified, when you draw back from what you do. You have to be in it so far as to see not a bit of the frame, until it's the things inside it that have or lack dignity, the things you're supposed to be rearranging, and usually can easily enough. Seems to be the sheer amount that creates the difficulty: no one would give you this job unless you could do it, no one would give you a job you could do so perfectly as to not get behind on--maybe because then you'd have time, could detach, would see the indignity, march away?
Also it helps to really, really need money. Needing money involves most of the same sparks and darks and prickles in the head fearing someone large is about to hit you does.
