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, October 4, 2008
Still, the dead are dying.
Death was instantaneous, but the dying was not. The dead still felt life being burned off them, like memories thrown into fire.
How tragically they wanted themselves back. The cold embrace, numb, to life.
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