Ice Water

Everything depends so very much on ones state of mind. Even a belch can be sensuous to observe, whilst in the midst of undulating gentle pleasure-pangs of a tired afternoon bowel movement. This goes for gum chewing, and apple biting as well. Sometimes it is a natural bodily function which delivers one to the happy role of defenseless observer--alternately one could have finished ones own lunch, only to be completely drawn-in by a classmate girl's periodic, coquettish little sips from a soda can. The variables of these moments, these human vantages, are infinite, but there is some structure which is important to note--1) The human warmth 2) Digestion 3) Pheromones 4) Mono no aware. The fifth idea, that of vulnerability is never more important than during these reveries, for one could be swept up by a broom, shot by an intruder. The feeling is rather like what one imagines is felt by the struggling anaconda after it has eaten a puma or a jackass, laboring in a grassy estuary hoping not to be caught hiding with its secret digestion, its secret pleasure locked in its head and in its gut, utterly cognisant of the impossibility of escape from those who might seek it out to slit its guts and release its pleasure---either way this prize cannot be held onto forever.