16.3.11

coir; not tussar

Existence as heap of unravelled twine. Locus? Described by trailing kitestring. Glass and grime make it impossible for compassionate bystander - waiving the impossibility of compassionate bystander - to pick up loose thread and ask that liberating Pourquoi story.

Meanwhile, roll along, diminishing in size, as if at mercy of a malign cosmic paw. Begin "I- and know not who. The inability to overcome solipsism, for one isn't even that far yet.

There it is. How Humans Came to be Undone.

1 comment:

JD said...

Tempted as though I am to ask you what you've been smoking these days, I'll let that go :P
Fun post. Took a while to get my head around it, and I'm still not sure of it.