…gazing out the window distracted by the fireworks popping  and rumbling and the vanishing point created by sitting on the top floor of the house looking back (back?) up the hill with the full moon of my reflected light and the drive in (by – through) movie screen installed by reflection in the middle of the street thinking frame contains but has no content, form is all without the detail, fracture is what I do in order to create form. getting tied up.  trying to avoid cliches. still nothing concretising in response. could take a while. should stop tapping the keyboard and pick up a pencil…