Glimpsed at sixty miles an hour in both directions. In that time frame the small loch up the road from layby 110 is idealised by sun. Having stopped there and had a quick look round for the first time, on the way up the A9 take two this summer, I can report that if it has hasn’t rained for a few days and there is not much wind the woodland next to the layby smells of urine. Walk away from the road a little though, past isolated instances of fly tipping, and you’re inside the single frame that sits in your head for the next few miles, gleefully interfacing with some of your other idealisations. Frame your 2D rectangular vision carefully, and you have the idealisation on virtual celluloid. Head back to the car as the midge cloud begins to stir.
And so it is with all of us, I guess. Compartments and idealisations assembled in preferential bricolage, the full 3D picture draped out there uneasily, conferring its ontology on our perceptual filters, on every dry prairie and in every damp crevice.
One or two other idealisations were fulfilled while I was up in Caithness for the second time, this time with my brother, at the end of the summer. It is a fantasy to sit on a deserted beach and watch a calm tide receding over seaweed covered rocks as the sun makes its way down, perhaps with a beer or two in the equation. It is possibly not a common fantasy to be effectively confined to the inside of a caravan by gales and horizontal rain. But that was a great afternoon too, moving in a small social space between curry making and a third viewing of Submarine.
Different aspects of your life, differing roles that you have to play in life, have a tendency to bleed into one another. One formula for success, for even actually being able to accomplish what you are tasked to do, is to compartmentalise. Put the 3D backdrop on hold for a few hours and just do stuff. Very much depends on what that backdrop is. Largely chosen by the individual, I know, but some aspects of physical environment are given to you. Choose to change them or leave them you definitely can. The classic tale of the working class person made good, which I personally find incredibly tedious. I had a brief conversation on the way back about whether it would ever be possible to become bored with living by the sea. It would not.