We’re contemplators. We’re starers-into-air. We’re puddles under the sky. We’re moon-starers. Beach-walkers. We’re daydreamers. Dawdlers. We’re sippers of drinks. Drummers of fingers. We’re doodlers.
We’re not-listeners. We’ve no chat. We’re no-small-talkers. We’ve nothing to say. We’re zero-contributors.
We’re not meticulous. We’re not diligent. We don’t care, greatly. We’ve switched off, tuned out. We’re not here, really. We’re elsewhere. We’re daydreaming. Woolgathering.
We’re unalert. We’re disengaged. We’re not following. We’re thinkers about other things. We’re non-concentrators. Our minds are elsewhere. We’re not tuned in. We’re not followers of the action. We’re non-smilers-at-jokes.
We want broader horizons. We want skies, vistas. We’re sublime-ists. We’re vista-mongers. We’re for the illimitable. We’re for the unlimited. We need space on all sides. We need the sea at our feet.
We’ve got the dull meeting blues …
We’re must-we-be-heres? We’re is-this-really-necessary?
We’re screamers inside. We’re inside howlers. We’re inside bellowers. We want out and out and out …
We’re this-is-intolerable. We’re utterly impatient. We’re bored of this.
Work in Progress 