Saturday, October 25, 2008


With the narrow-in narrow-out of vision and splendid conversation, I keep myself regularly upright, much as a ship with swaying ballast combats the vagaries of the open ocean. Slow-dancing down a taxi-line, slow-grinding to the shoulders and hips of a dancing body-mass. Smiling out into the banished night. No stars above me. A list of my planets: Earth, Neon, Fluro, Halogen, Filament.

1 comment:

lucychili said...

life feels like live-in-fiction.
2 applications or more are running on my computer/self.
real life and conversations feel like contrived dreamstuff.
manually bookmark reality in my head.
my own fear or fiction which seems real enough on the inside, especially at night.

i am gardening, and the feel of the plants dirt and weather feel real.
some senses are more fictional than others and hands still seem to be earthed properly.

cheers from the stratosphere