Saturday expansiveness extends further than the usual Covid days. I am still, in a restless stillness one of inbetweens, the inbetween of doing. This is the time that the impetus to ‘do’ pushes through, to read, to meditate, to move small objects around my apartment, to make a sense of action in a place of restless stillness. This becomes part of the experiment. If i allow myself to still what then becomes of the boredom the expansiveness of doing.

Gaston Bachelard: The Imagination is a Tree https://www.interaliamag.org/blog/gaston-bachelard-the-imagination-is-a-tree/

The Poetics of Space, The Classic Look at How We Experience Intimate Spaces https://sites.evergreen.edu/wp-content/uploads/sites/88/2015/05/Gaston-Bachelard-the-Poetics-of-Space.pdf

‘Without the vital impulse (elan vital), as perceived by Bergson, the human being is static and therefore moribund. Referring to Anna Teresa Tymieniecka’s book Phenomenology and Science, we can say that for Minkowski, the essence of life is not a “feeling of being, of existence”, but a feeling of participation in a flowing onward, necessarily expressed in term of time, and secondarily expressed in terms of space. ‘

‘Art, then, is an increase of life, a sort of competition of surprises that stimulates our consciousness and keeps it from becoming somnolent.’

The Various Inventions of Topophilia https://www.placeness.com/topophilia-and-topophils/