“How can I tell what I think until I see what I say?”
― David Shields, Reality Hunger: A Manifesto
A Memory in it's own skin
A Dream yet to begin
All the things that can't be said
Anything processed
by memory is fiction
That the 'truth' is a lie
That we all die
even if we don't try
our existence is but
a brief crack of light
between two eternities
of darkness,
No one was dancing, least of all us,
because I don't dance in public.
My body's a private thing;
it doesn't belong to the world at large
tell me a lie
when we die
no one cries
"Death" is a myth
Fear is non-sense
Hostility is redundant
Love and loving are basic
Let a man go to the bottom
of what we are and believe in that