High-time of hybridization- the existing interests us not- our head wanders indolently, swims silently, and rushes with a roar away from the present to see something new, to discover the view of the hue, may be a little, still little, with a change visible or latent to be explained away or invented in or from the shoals of ennui or the guilt of sleazy sizzle- something suggestive, if not creative- to recreate the unbaked and half-baked, to enlighten tie warmth-fearing and light-scary.
We don’t have the look to look into outlook; inlook works both ways! Hungry looks, grazing looks look for what was never lost.
