Self and reality. Symbol and language. Myth and image. Memory and consciousness.
Dream and unreality: locus communis.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Curled, As If Asleep

259 / without words, this week lingers on the edge of the mattress, curled as if asleep— yet, closely watching me, with his half-opened eyes—
Spent a series of days flat on my back with another viral infection— again, the same effects: without warning dizzy spells, high temperatures, chills, night sweats— the silence of this carries a resonance as a lingering false echo. At the moment I do have the compulsion to write, but the words and phrases themselves do not show. Time to revisit all projects— nightly exercises. Splinters of notions.

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