[camacazio]

Y'know, I was debating the whole 'scene' issue amongst myself the other day when it came to me that it's not so much scene as it is a realization of the inner self that's at hand. It's not even in the necessity to cast aside our worldy shackles and manacles and balls and chains and vices and iron maidens and nooses and jail cells but instead to pursue what it is within for 'sceneity.' Indeed, one could easily arrive at several conclusions about the mere existence of 'sceneness.' Let us not forget the very famous words of Aristotle on the topic. Is it not the most interesting thing as well that in people's mad grab for 'scene' that they lose any individual sense of the inside which they are truly reaching for? So it is a reach without to find within--a flawed attempt by any standard.
As I sit here at my desk, 1:48 in the AM, I gave out my window. Very interesting that as I talk about this very topic I gaze out at the 'scene' below me, if anything showing that the homynym almost completely has the same meaning as all senses of the word enveloped by 'scenety.'