It is not a matter of seeing more. 

These notes arise not from a compulsion to capture and categorize, but from an intimacy with the world: the arrangement of dew on a blade, the gradient of warmth across a sunlit stone, the infinitesimal twitch as someone examines its reflection. Every event is a divination, a convergence of possibility. Observations are logged not as sterile records but as living ligaments in the body of sense, each fact a pulse in the ongoing improvisation of being.

More detailed notes and observation now available, on my Substack…

© KD.W.Heim