Thu, 19 May 2005

Subject: force the word to collapse into its silences
Trace the path of all you have spoken, not the lines laid atop your sight which you saw as arrows and instructions for the things that spilled from your mouth, but the actual traces through the air and dust, the places where they connected and nested among the people around you, the bounce and reformation within their chests so as to echo you in unacknowledged ways years later, the sour notes left in their ears as the sentences came apart and connected to hurt and hidden things within them that you could never see as you were looking in some other direction, at crawling insects glimmering in the sun, which you suspected held a purpose, an influence, the small actions forming patterns in things so far away, and once you have traced the blood-trails of each of your words you will be given a gift of great consequence, and will pull back the words, wipe away the memory, take away all the things you have said, the mistakes you have made, the potentials lost. There will be a day when all of this has vanished.
(12:13.05.19.2005) [/ana] #