what are you up to?
i speak in the first person. she speaks in the third. i project people and places. she imagines.
i cannot escape this world of context. i try to break it up and tell it to reveal itself.
she lives in a world in a world in a world. building out of blocks no bigger than a thought.
and even then all i see is her in this very context.
and she doesn't need to see. she is the world.
i flutter, disturb, rumble. distribute myself throughout and thin; meet the other half way and then that again. there is no such need in a world of one's own making. so long as she can always remember the premise, forget how she got there, doesn't mind how the project started, she can keep it going.
she has a project. i have an existence.
everything is a character, a plot, an example, an exception, perhaps on the rare occasion the status quo.
i am. she is.
i am. she is.
i am. she is.
i attempt to rid the subject from language. for her language is the subject.
and the inverse holds.
and the inverse holds.
even know she sits in the world with her project. i am not in it. never was.
i am in the right. i am holding the moral high ground. so how come you are getting away with it all, and i'm stuck here in an empty room feeling miserable?
rock
get off the highway. get as far off as you can. don't se anything. pass the smoulder. don't interfere. the kangaroo doesn't put out the fire. don't put out the fire. walk into civilisation. the permenant fixtures make you laugh. not even the ground you tread is permenant. not even the movement is permanent. laugh out loud. share a look of bemusement. smell the salt. follow the breeze. turn down and walk up. face the ocean and dare to go further. get off as far as you can. go now. walk into the sea. it batter, it swells, it persists. bodies move. the ocean moves. the rock moves. go into. go until you can go no further and then throw your imagination from there. this is where life is. this is the beginning. begin here. from here is unknown. from here senses are switched on. from here perception is not a luxury. notice the specific. the tangible is specific. go further. get off the observation, get off the perspective, get off the rock. from here you are not. from here self can go no further.