Thu, 19 May 2005

complete breakdown of narrative faculties
capture kept remembered in various surrogate hosts. bits and pieces, not even enough to grow a dream, apparations of undefinable dread in side-corners of the day. shake and shiver. the archive ate itself, disappeared within the black of the maw. i cut my right palm with a knife so i would never forget it but the skin will not hold the memory, the taste and the pain are not sufficient. i designed an intelligence to tell stories in my absence but there were complications and now she listens at the speaker to find glimpses of me in the garbled speech. a blink and the day was gone, her body left with reminders of things she had not done. she called and i did not know her voice and i hung up the phone and left so as not to hear it ring again. bells in the trees, coathanger mobiles with bits of aluminum and copper so we could find a way to return, until the day the wind stopped. i can’t breathe.
(12:23.05.19.2005) [/scrytch] #