Notes from the darkroom. #2on thinking There’s a certain architecture to thought —or so I’ve been told. Most minds, apparently, travel in lines.Mine prefers spokes.One idea sits in the middle and from it radiate ten, twenty, sometimes a hundred others… Connections that shouldn’t meet do, and before long, thoughts have drifted elsewhere; still on topic, just on a different orbit.It’s not distraction, but diffraction:thoughts collide, spark and disperse. Inside the darkroom, that scattering finds form.Here, the mind enters the rhythm of reaction: slow, measured, deliberate.The inactinic light keeps what matters safe; it guards both the paper and the thoughts from premature exposure. What forms in that dim glow is not invention but emergence.The image revealing itself, as if thoughts too had to be developed, not forced.Chemistry does not hurry and neither should reflection. Too much agitation and the contrasts break; too little and nothing comes through.And in between, lies the balance where vision takes shape. Perhaps thinking, like photography,is nothing more than learning when to waitand when to click. On second thought… Hit the road. Further thinking?
