that cold gray edge. chemistry tilt and though you know,even though you know,it just keeps unravelling. no one can say there's no way back,everyone can say it,but no one knows. not for sure. you can build something out of the splinters and chips,the broken lamp and the dead plant,but you can't make anything out of that place in her heart. it's the absence,the human resilience,and all that mix. that's what I'm trying to get to,never ask and never get,holding the empty map,pictures of the dead town,the hole in the world that held that thing you've lost the name of,the way to,the hope of its being. I've had to create this,and do it again each time,and the pressure is unreal,and then it's not.so I come back to it with that effortless expectation and get flattened. and go on. and it's useless. and go on. and it works,and dies. and works. man,I can't find the instructions.
posted by Juke at 3:18 PM [edit]