What is lamentable is often horizontal. Impartial as the color red. Music develops according to its own laws. Water in Mahler. Catfish in the Mississippi.
Consciousness cries out for a surface.
A lake like a front yard festooned in Christmas lights. Some sums simmer all summer while some sums summon Sumatra. But what I like about shadows are vallies. The unconscious strikes me as a form of blueprint, most of which correlates with the open air. But to be really abstract requires a chimera.