I take notice of an inexact but persistent and loosely-present sense of cardinal direction. I struggle to escape the subtle yet constant influence this internal compass.
I enjoy holding the sense of the different orientations simultaneously and/or switching between them and attempting to "pause" at the moment of transition, as the landscape before me just begins to take on the hues of the new directionality.
Cut to The Deep: in the absence of light, no orientations are privileged above any others. The anglerfish notably chooses the orb instead of a beam as its vehicle of photic emission. Our species today is more comfortable with the beam's precise directionality, and unsettled by the orb which cannot provide a guiding gesture, but at the same time whose very vagueness is capable of awakening morbid curiosities. Perhaps we too can benefit from breaking out of conventions of orientation toward a more general and ambiguous conception of orientation, so that we might "get lost" in areas of treaded ground and thus discover them anew.
