25 February 2026

Only then will it begin getting better. What are the conditions? Am I asking the right question? What is the condition? Put me first. Hate me. Place-holder words. Pronouns. Who is me? Soil from which to grow. Tend your garden. The enormous amount of effort required to understand a John Donne poem without help. He rewards the slow reader. He changes voice without warning. When meaning starts to break down you know that you have to stop and think. It's like one of those computer adventure games. You get stuck. It's frustrating. I used to work at a help desk for an internet service provider. Once someone asked me to look at the cheat sheet for a game she was playing. I obliged. Turned out to be quite fun. She was very thankful. It might have been a guy. Gosh, my memory of that moment is so spotty. This painting is curved at the moment, because the hardboard warps after I apply the white PVA and let it dry. It is like a satellite dish now. It is concentrating all it can onto the viewer. It is bending over backwards to get to me. Whatever that is. I am wondering now if I should measure the point of confluence and place my head there. What would I see?