repairingOneselftheTube/impairing oneself making us the boob

hiddenreceivedAs I sit & watch TV sometimes, I begin to reflect on the surface-noise, blankspots as if I'd rather remain at the sense & thoughts slowly evaporating otherwise under threat at the muse of yammering making up the cntr. of activity & porous gravity in my family room. Just cause accompli, I can't understand it, I just turn from its clutches. It is not just turning away, it is turning toward. To induct memory takes no sensitivity-zonal (like zoned) or more active than that. I'd rather be sated looking at the corner of the room for a moment, because a lil' squeaking beak says I am more comfortable right there in my amused dissuasion. And believe me I don't watch much TV, if I find myself willing to listen/watch, it is because I want to preclude my interest in it from defenses of which I have become merely too conscious. There is a threshold that says to me turn-off, tune-out and I sense its arrival until visually my psyche is assuaged, & that just makes the betterment of the moment i.e. read a book, or do something around the house, all the more necessary.