One time I dropped a small cloth used for cleaning precision instruments. After a few minutes, I went to retrieve it. It was nowhere to be found.
There are no cracks in the floor, and it happened far from any walls that may have base board openings. The cloth was pink, about five inches square.
I had reached for it often, and always vacuumed it, folded it back up and put it back in it's envelope. But I gave up. I spent little time searching
for it.
There were no variables such as laundromat, or static clinging it to me and then lost on an interim walk, nothing. I was sitting around cleaning
stuff.
That's the only thing I took from it. I should not waste my time. That
this thing should now be occupying my mind, when I could be doing
anything, was absurd.
It felt as if I had been watched, as my mind plotted on the course of action I should try. By 'watched', I do not mean the standard media creature
full-scale surveillance. This was a different gear. It was slightly existential, as if I were outside of myself, weighing my activity. I thought of
how silly this would look, in eternity. I'm guessing that
they may have caught this little oddity as well. They never miss a beat. It was
pink, for chrissakes. I guess that pink would yield some pretty decent contrast, on the master. We'll see.
Lots of stuff seems silly, I suppose, to another's perspective. But we don't always discern the true purpose of things we see. If the purpose is
absurd, the time is wasted. If it's a higher purpose, such as cultivating nerve ends, or cleaning house, well, that's
different, no matter how
silly, or out of stride, or obscene it may seem.
I'm thinking there was a reason for it, if only to set priorities. Tear up the room? Or start to lose certain compulsions to have absolute 'order' for
stuff that does not matter. The thing that vanished didn't matter, so why invest in it? God knows I have done this enough. On that day I gave it up.
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