I am inspired suddenly on the idea of writing about Enclosure.

The perpetually humming machine generating wind which seems to sound like a water fall maybe.

Shades are all drawn.

    All of this seems embarrassing in a way?  I am not certain.  One could live in a tin can for all

I know and still love his or her surroundings.

Speaking with more awkward moments which have been plentiful in the past.  Awkward I suppose in

that I think I hear something that hadn't sounded awkward but came out this way.


Enclosure is as in saying 'room' or I live by far mostly in one room only, only alternately dwelling at

times elsewhere enough to eat something which hadn't in turn led me back to Enclosure.

This place where one's life is spent vastly which seems almost limitless at times and which has

brought boredom but also less changing.  The world vanishes outside it, and as in a dream, one

might have had the momentary thought that one would open the door of Enclosure to step onto

another planet, or into the reaches of deep space.

   All for simplicity.