lulu inspects a gypsy moth camp i wrongly called a silkworm tent. 
you can sit doing nothing a long while and look up and see a cat staring at you like you've just uttered something out loud you are unaware of. 
at any moment how much are you unaware of? what is going on in the periphery? is the periphery your periphery? or is it the spirit periphery? yesterday, no, the day before, i said something to little bear about making a silk purse out of a fuzzy leaf. she acted like i hadn't said it out loud and maybe i didn't and it was only a thought or maybe she was in the periphery listening to something beyond me.