Nearly every time I walk by this room and peek in the open door and see this wall I enter.
I sit down in my Rothko chair and look.
And I let myself pick up another part of the machine pieced luminous path and un-pick it.
And then I take two pins and my cane, and walk over to the wall and pin up that small part.
And then I sit down again, and look some more.
I should be preparing my workshops. Writing my speech.
I procrastinate by un-doing and looking.