a presence inspired by the production of perpetual passion. or perhaps vice versa. processual prose for the preservation of captivating moments. memory must exist to exist. i capture moments to make it so.
"claudelean are you awake?" always. "if you could have one wish what would it be?" for an instant to forget my body.
with a mind of material, i attempt to write out what is within. it helps me forget my body to make matter.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
your hand through.
the space between an untraceable gesture, there was nakedness swallowing the rest.
what an interesting, for lack of a decided word, last 24 hours.
a letter: "you can't determine what you really need, quite, yet...Chelsea...because that can't come from anywhere else than where it comes from..."
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