While it thrills me to compartmentalize the noticeable features of my life and being - an obsession which affords me tranquillity - I recognize the need to deal with obstruction. In that latter process I shepherd myself by themes of exactitude and dispatch shamelessly allied with traditional standards of measurement. The latest collage of my life has involved its blunt physical elements and the artistic toxin of technology. Through each - whether the enlargement of my hearing or vision for example; or the streaming of sound and sight through the advanced electronic devices - I have cleansed the atmosphere. This evening's elemental sweet of raw apple sauce and pure maple syrup is representative. My object is forever to capture simplicity and efficiency, a tact which of necessity is characterized by reduction and precision.
In the rambling discourse between me and the cab driver we effortlessly narrowed our waffling opinions to agree that we're fortunate to be alive and to have the ones we love. I privately marvelled that my partner's lunch today was a Middle Eastern vegetarian dish - itself an expression of meticulous though exotic choice. Likewise the senior client services manager had only moments earlier enthusiastically accounted her triumph upon having secured palliative care for her elderly mother. Like a clear stream in the bedrock the predominance of family insinuated all that transpired.
For the next week I have the indisputable privilege of ignoring exercise and domestic duty. It is only the elapse of time which will strengthen the assault upon my fuselage. I intend to profit by the uncommon necessity. As though in preparation for the purgatory that is existentialism, I have denuded myself of anxiety, removed and refreshed my material tokens, straightened and folded my costumes, wound the clocks, washed the car, flung open the windows, cut my hair, polished my nails and moisturized my skin. At my age - and in my condition of dilapidation - anything I can do to advance a sense of bien être is perfectly tolerable. Certainly some of the hysteria is as inventive as a child on Christmas morning, but the awakening is there.
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