Peeking behind the veil, it's my thing, also appreciating its gossamer billows.
All about the veil, pretty much.
Contemplating various orders of signification, their strangeness, their vagueness, their slippage.
Quite seriously. Seems a bit of a put on, I imagine. It's not.
So much I do seems that way. Except in rare cases, attempts at humor, it's not.
Need to walk the dog & get on with evening plans. He's been run ragged the past couple days, doesn't seem to have much interest.