a glacial pace
Oct. 14th, 2001 11:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantall these doublespeak sessions; i grow weary of normal speech. stale interfacing, flesh space and time. mundane these muddied waters.
think, he says. be honest, he asks.
i can't reconcile a thing. distance with emotion? space with magnitude? none of it fits. instead i amble along and resolve nothing.
i sit here and all i can think is that i do not want to live in windows, spaces of words. i can do that here but not always. that other part? that whole other life? it's more important to me, the actual molecules of matter, i need those.
i stand here. let the sea come to me.
think, he says. be honest, he asks.
i can't reconcile a thing. distance with emotion? space with magnitude? none of it fits. instead i amble along and resolve nothing.
i sit here and all i can think is that i do not want to live in windows, spaces of words. i can do that here but not always. that other part? that whole other life? it's more important to me, the actual molecules of matter, i need those.
i stand here. let the sea come to me.
