magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

It occurred to me this morning that I'm somewhat instinctively fascinated with sectional changes in the space above me. This partially explains why I find myself looking up into to the sky when I come up out of the subway. Or at work, between our office and the hallway, where I get lost in the ceiling frequently, and am surprised I've never walked into anyone coming around that corner.

Although, I'm sure this is not in any way unique. A concept of the space around and above us is a natural part of our senses, even if it's something that we, for the most part, leave it up to subconscious to do anything with. The getting distracted by it part of my own experience is simply a manifestation of a somewhat defective attention.

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At 6, after work, my trip again, uptown two stops on the orange line. Democracy Plaza, I'm averaging two visits a day. Chris called on my way out, so I met him up there and showed him around. My side purpose was of course the possibility of running into Claire. Which, unfortunately, didn't happen.

Indian food. Then home. Dan-made sushi, 'bad new Star Trek' on TV, and the week's exhaustion catching up with me.