Saturday, June 23, 2012

Illusion of a convex mirror

Illusion of a convex mirror. It stretches you out so you are the only thing that you can see. And you just stare at yourself all day, and all night long. Waiting for that little flicker of movement that you'll see when you move your arm wildly, but you notice nothing. You don't make that difference, you don't make any difference at all. Its all an illusion of the mind, that leads you to believe....that you matter.


Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Flying Times

The person who you are isn't the person who you used to be. Want to track your movement? Try GPS. Want to track your emotions? Write a diary entry. Thats just what I did... and then I thought about my blog. I felt this internal strife between the two - this electronic collection of the coagulation of thought in my head, and that - those words, often scratched out and torn, inked with colours different..and the killing difference, the handwriting... the tilt, the shape of each 'r'... different for every moment in my life. If my words didn't describe, the writing didn't decieve. Its like my eyes knew what my mind couldn't process - there was a mystery behind the words that i did write. Something I could recall, perhaps.