want to write

but what about?
have six minutes to kill.

my colleague the punk rocker putting on a show, thank goodness, in front of the green screen in the video department?  Kill it, Moustrap!  (very cool)  Taking my Perspective class to Cap Park out and D y i n g  in the heat/weird humidity.  Some thoughts about learning perspective in, not Assisi, what the hell - the other one.    Anyway, drawing and erasing as I walked and drew - getting it, totally, on the spot.  Thrilled with what the concept could do.

No.  The masking tape that fell off the mic stand that rolled and settled and as it settled, before it settled, knowing exactly how it would look when it did, because of the simple rules of shape and perspective.  Was thinking, this is how déja vu feels.  Thought then that déja vu might be just then a inkling of an understanding of how things simply work.  What must happen next.  What is happening now.  How that is connected inevitably, in some rule-based fluidity of dimension, to what happens next.

Anyway.  Those are my fast thoughts.

Fennochio.
no
Ferrari.
no.
Perugia!  ah!
no F involved.

Perugia.  gelato. cafes. the cocker spaniel.  god we were young.  later then. the outdoor cafe.  Roberto.
such a crush.  but more, a real love:  Perspective and the fourth dimension.  Not four point perspective.  Just.  erasing.  walking.  understanding.  Wish I could get anyone to get so excited about it.  will keep trying.  time's up.