What are the points of differences between James Joyce’s interior monologue,Virginia Woolf’s stream of consciousness and John Ashbery’s meandering (the experience of experience) ?
What happens to attachments when you go away? The unpredictable bounces of electrons or how the breeze ruffles your dreams or you wonder sometimes what is inside your omelet.
There are episodes that return when I walk to the river, new encounters that stay like the ornamental stains on colored t-shirts. But what do I know, a lone stone gathering time.