Notice Things

I am thinking that it would be good to travel with the notion that it did not matter so much where I travelled; rather, the important thing would be to write in a concrete and specific way. To notice things, as it were. A good antidote to the abstraction of philosophy. Notice the rows of chairs across the street, which is not just a street but is La Croix street. And the chairs are not just chairs, they look like lazy boy loungers. And of course they have a color, which is blue, almost a bright blue, a sky blue. And there are about fifteen chairs lining the sidewalk against a six foot white wall. Right now there are five masseuses there. At one end a middle aged man with short hair is sitting by himself under an umbrella meant to shade the sun which now has an electric light shining underneath the rim. At the other end a young man and woman sit side by side and chart. In the middle are a couple of foreigners getting massaged. In front of the chairs are parked a row of motorcycles perpendicular to the street.