When my knees hurt I think about my knees, and right now they don't hurt so much. I am thinking about whether or not I manipulated my activity so as to bring on pain, and why I would do that. Why would someone do that? To talk about it? To take a break? To talk about it is not to take a break, but rather to obscure the line. The line is vital. The line crosses unnecessary things out. Other things are happening. It is important to keep reminding the text that other things are happening, but also vital that I never mention them.
I walked last night through Mt. Washington at dusk. All the stray cats in Mt. Washington are black. All the bushes are deep green right now, the air is red. The sky had red in it, too. The city was white, but through the air looked green, as if seen through glass.
I walked with someone last night, and I talked too much. I told too much and now my knees hurt. I am taking a break from telling. Nothing will be told for a little while. I outdid myself. For the next few days, things will only be hinted at.
