Once in a while, I feel like I can really see everything right before me. When I can see everything, I don't get bored so easily. It just doesn't come up. I see the patterns created by the light, playing over the wrinkles in the crumpled cloth on the bed. Or the gently curling of a black leaf, twisting down as it senescences from lack of water. Then, gradually, I can't see again. How could I not see what is right in front of me?

I am trying to remind myself to see. Frame of mind is everything.