Plastination of a Ballet Dancer
The skin removed from a human body reveals a mess.
The walls removed from a business does the same. It has happened whether or not we like it, even without Wikileaks we are revealing more of ourselves than ever before.
Glass Skull by Rudat
Our minds are a mess if our sculls are made of glass: mine is, I expose and disclose and share my thoughts.
Posting notes isn’t laziness, it is mess: it is ‘messy stuff’.
It is the beginning of something, or the end, it is both unstarted and unfinished. Notes go down well in our ‘wiki- world’ as it makes space for others to interject, to correct and fix in a way that feels less like criticism and more like collaboration.
Once was a time I’d pick out every misplaced apostrophe, especially concerning ‘its’, now I care less, ditto spelling. Would I have heard the incorrect apostrophe on the possessive of its? Would I have known that I’d hit the ‘w’ key instead of the ‘a’ typing as I am with my left hand only propped up in bed. And what about the missing ‘h’ I’ve left out of ‘thoughts’?
Too late, I’ve said it now and my next idea is coming through.