I look at simple things and write about them. Where is my mind? Walking through a Hindi song, trying to grasp home. But my words want to run in front of me, past what I see. What do I see? I’m trying to focus on a cup in front of me. A cup, blue and white. The handle is white, and the bottom is white, but what makes it distinguishable is the recurring pattern in blue. It seems more like a pattern in white over a blue background. It could very well be a blue pattern, though. Why does my mind feel this way? What makes some shapes stand out from others?
Backgrounds are rectangular. They are bigger than all else. Sounds a little counterintuitive, considering backgrounds often lie in the background, ignored. But they are the biggest thing that we see, that we perceive.
Anyway, white cup, blue background, white pattern with recurring circles. If you go approach the circles so that you are near enough and the circle is all you see, the white circle becomes the background. Finite blue background to infinite white background. And then there are patterns in blue on that circle. One big blue cross, and then echoes of that cross. The cross echoes in all four directions, so that it looks like one blue echo is eating the next white echo and so on and so on. After all, all echoes feed on each other. each first echo eats the next, and each next echo is born from the first.
