the days set before us
What would it take to change my life completely? I would have to change
the shape of my body, as that’s where I store all my habits, and the core
of how I see myself, less purpose than promise, filled with a well-nursed
sloth like a middle-finger in the face of the cult of health and safety,
my nemeses. But then I will have to give them up as well, won’t I, if I’m
to change entirely; I’ll have to embrace the endless yammering idiocy of
fad diets and a life without sugar and caffeine and fat, and I can wear
that self-satisfied smile and convince stupid women to fuck me. Yes. This
will be the new me, different in every attribute. I will give up reading,
which has never given me anything but heartache, lacking the rigor of the
scholar and the sweetness of the lightly-worn entertainment, and I will
leave the internet, nothing but endless nights of empty conversations and
unfinished crushes on women I’ll never once touch. I will leave this
country like so much empty skin and walk through villages where the camera
eye can’t reach me. I will know only what I can hold, and I will cradle
this lie, as I have cradled every lie I have set before you over all these
years for the hours until I finally sleep, and then I will sleep, and when
I wake I will remember nothing, and do all the things I always do,
forever.
(12:26.05.19.2005) [/scrytch] #