.

only cities that claim their cultural
context from water currently captivate.
a lake, an ocean, a river, each day
the water a different colour, an open
horizon that insists upon an unending
relationship with distance and the
concrete awareness of a natural world
beyond its limits, beyond the dyad of
urbanity and rusticity, as if water
could orient the (mind`s) eye
to some notion of 'beyond'.

too bad the observer gets burdoned
by a word; 'environmentalist'.
exactly what does that mean? it`s
such a conceptual stretch from the
act of appreciating a walk in the
woods to eco-political activism.
so with this notion in mind ...

apparently, the Algonquin Park forest
is getting quieter. birds (Finches,
Chickadees, Nuthatches) seem to be
moving out due to a near-non-existent
natural food situation. if this is a
non-seed year in the forest (due to
low water levels?), the song birds
of Algonquin and nearby Muskoka are
heading south, passing through this
area in huge numbers, and each day
by the lake there are more and more
to see. migrants passing through,
living on the wind.

a seemingly unrelated event:
perhaps because the lake is nearby,
he confides in me. with a shaved
head and infectious laugh, he
admits to his newest artistic
project. "I'm inventing an alphabet.",
he says. something pictographic,
"like chinese characters, only
different. don't know why."
but I nod, knowing there aren't
too many people who will care to
understand his latest compulsion.
like Deleuze's two regimes of
madness and no roundtable for
Proust, with its digressed discourse
"perforated and deconstructed".
inexhaustibilities (like human
imagination) flow like water.
like Nature. (so-called).

"... not because it is always new,
which does not mean much, but
because it is always displaced
when it returns, the idea of
searching for something
which has no end."
(Deleuze, 2006)

I guess that's the point.
to find your own flow.