I feel like my mind has the landscape of an angry 3yr olds bedroom. everything is everywhere and nothing resides in its proper place. It's all out and on the floor. I'm filling pages of my sketchbook with odd disjointed ideas, some manifestations from years ago, some from just now.
I've gone down rabbit hole with Derrida and doubt I'll ever return from that one with any useful information other than he makes your nose bleed if you read too much.
Continuing to build up a glossary of random words I like:
Passage///
Diagram///
Constituent///
Honouring///
Threshold///
Threshing Floor///
Refine///
Filter///