It never made sense to me, how the bodies of all mobile have their brain and head and sensing center outside the protection of the body itself. Obviously the control center should be in the middle, particularly for warring species—where its safer from attack. It didn’t make sense until I thought about the speed of sensing, the length of time to react to the random dropping anvil, the speed at which one can dodge the flying pumpkin coming at their eyes. That’s the defense. So it was wonderful to hear about it on the Radiolab speed episode.
Sometimes words are inelegant crumbs and must fall from a sculpture as it is carved, to waste away on a dusty floor. This is a mix of both, sculpture and waste. The tidiness of words practiced, tossed together and cut for brevity, in search of defining a moment, an instant, a sense, a taste. Some days words will fail, others flourish.
This is a kaleidoscope of characters, of times, of places and things. This will help inform the direction of my words, and hopefully provided fodder for future stories and ideas. This is a daily writing project I’m calling SOC-100.