In the sea of love
Where everyone
Would love to drown

0 is
deep tranquility that steadies even the most tempestuous times of the soul. Gentle, reflective gazing, staring into a crystal ball and letting the sooth surface on its own … i.e. magic, should it prove to exist. some. times.

a secret garden hidden behind a homebrew gate. The world outside may be noisy, full of rainbow‑kitten promises that more often than not turn out to be hollow, but inside, you behold who walks the path beside you, manage what flowers may bloom, and decide whether anyone can peek over which fences.

The place where the rituals for the day emerge from nothing and their evolution is observed and adapted-to. Religion.

In the morning you go poopin and you remember in time that doing so is a really good opportunity to stretch your awakening body. Yoga loooo …

Steerage
… cramped, modest, and located low in the hull, the same space where the ship’s crew endeavored to steer the vessel
while you were trying to cook or sleep or take that dump; this is no stateroom and life is not easy.

1 is
the infrastructures of the fixed basecamp sanctuary, and of the Vardo.

Utilities. Ranger twelve and whatever you have to tow it with.

The twin places of sleep. Waking to the desk, and the kitchen. Studying on where to drive and to camp.

2 is
money in and money out
and trying to get to the place where having to worry about either shrinks to the size of a feather and blows away. De-mortgaging. Correspondence.

3 is
digital domains on the other side of the vale, and what they are for. Like 0 and 1 and 2 and 4, except for the unreal. There are phones here too even though they are only a tool for corresponding.

4 is
belletrism and filming narratives and editing non-narratives and just
Art
for lack of a better term.

This.

Undoing the laces