… I was born blind. Language didn’t lead to understanding, language leads only to confusion. But there was a sound, a beautiful sound. It encompassed everything, I thought my thought could change everything! Yet when I heard it, I was left confused. At once I felt empowered, though helpless. As if truth enabled, yet disabled. […]
Learning Silence…
You loser. What’s going wrong? Can he smell your fear? No way – you’re a tiger! What noise do tigers make? Show them a tiger fears nothing! I smell money… …. I suppose it’s like a door that never opens and never closes. It makes no sound and leads to nowhere. It is something which […]
Headstones
It’s about a stream of consciousness and where I am, or where am I, within that stream of… consciousness.
A History of Memory and Significance
…. memory is life. Our moral duty to the past, our obligation not to treat it as a tourist attraction, provides the path along which we, mostly, stumble into our future. … substance, busy, complex, meaning, self-importance, presence, passion, anger, deterioration, threat, mortality, loss, rhythm, dysfunction…. rhythm as dysfunction, discordant, nostalgia, nostalgia as a basterdisation […]