Begin with a concern with something.
But this something can only be appreciated with more things. The things come as the something seems to obtain coherence. And in this coming to coherence the something slips away in its simplicity. It comes accompanied by other things.
Thoughts, words, images – these are all other things.
They are not things that fall on one side of an imaginary line. They are not neatly opposed to the something that prompted them. The something and the other things are all things and there is nothing in any of this that can be described as entirely mine.
All these other things manifest my thingness, my inability to fully countenance myself beyond the alienation of things. They also lead me back to the something.