it’s not possible, of course 2022
The swifts (rondoni) would appear every evening around dusk. My streaked window afforded me a lofty vantage point to sit and observe; dark spots darting across the sky with so many near misses, at least that’s how it appeared to my eye.

Their indeterminate paths mimicked my own as I scuttled about not knowing where I was going until I had arrived. A web of crisscrossing movements bound together into a misshapen map, but one I began to recognize. My meandering route over several months informed how I was seeing: the ephemeral, the serendipitous, the comical, the mundane, the jumble that forms an idea of a place.

I asked him what a musical score is now.
He said that’s a good question.
I said: Is it a fixed relationship of parts?
He said: Of course not; that would be insulting.
-John Cage