IX. Undoing; blinking, a multitude, rest
I often feel undone. Unhinged, unraveled, unfocused. It is easier to recognize entropy than order; if something feels uncomfortable, it is better identified than comfort. Comfort requires opening your eyes a second time. Blinking, slowly, noticing your body. I exist, physically, in a low grade of discomfort. Currently, my shoulders are tense, my jaw aches. My feet are sore. These are the things I notice. Secondary is the feeling of my legs resting comfortably in my bed, the way my nose sits on my face undisturbed. Many things can be undone: a zipper, a button, a stroke on a digital page or with a pencil, a mistyped letter, a psyche, a life. This will be your undoing.