I am ill again.

A cold occupies my thought and body and stears me awry of concerted behavior. I find it hard to concentrate. I walk and feel unearthly – my legs move and toss my feet forward with each step and yet they seem not to strike the ground. If stopped I settle to the surface once more, but in motion I am repelled by the earth’s magnetism and float a few inches off its surface, my feet in soft embrace with the air between.

What a beautiful word – Persimmon. I know now what it means, but before 10 minutes ago knew only it to be an edible fruit. The sound of it is soft, inviting. It does not have the flaccid ease of banana or the bathroom sound of pomegranate. It coats my tongue like butterscotch and causes my mouth to pout slightly when I voice its name. Persimmon.

I would say I am learning Flash, a program for web animation, but it would be fairer to say I am trying to understand the nature of the Universe. Yes. That tricky. Ironically, I have been piqued by its level of difficulty. There are so many challenges in life that can be grasped but not achieved on a daily basis – financial security, artistic freedom, clear thought – that I find I am aroused by something that is simultaneously difficult to employ, but also difficult to understand its meaning during the learning process itself. It must necessarily be learned by rote from the outset with the vague hope of meaning revealing itself later: “now I understand why I learned it and learned it that way”. Its also fair to say you might see some Flash on this site or on hellum.ca at some point in the indeterminate future.

I drift into half-wakefulness, dreaming I am a persimmon.