Day 3261, whoever needs direction.

Daily picture, Poetry
It is often clear to see that the whole is now in parts.

Too much pressure or a sudden shock is often the reason, and while some of the broken parts move on with some functions intact, others seem to lose their purpose.

These parts will only find purpose in someone else's reinventing hands or might fill a hole in whoever needs direction.

Day 3260, against ideality.

Daily picture, My thoughts, Poetry
Abandoned factories are often more interesting than the ones still in use. 

For me, it is the activity, the moving parts, and the workers doing their work in silence that I see projected on what is now, old.

I imagine, and what I imagine is often a more refined version of reality, with harmony as its guide.

Reality necessarily rubs against ideality.