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01/10/2012 § Leave a comment
He eats dandelion heads, drinks coconut milk and looks as if light leaks out his pores from the inside out.
I know my mass is made of vibrating strings of light but I can’t access this beauty right now. I know I could if I tried, I feel it in my tap root that I could lift up and relieve pressure from my skull if I could accept it fully. Sometimes I want to be insane, I want to be unable to see bad and only see this. Have you seen mentally disturbed people who smile in unpleasant situations because they don’t realise everything fully? Sometimes I want ignorance, sometimes I want this.
In a bygone culture they drilled holes in the top of living skulls to relieve pressure from their heads. They said we were meant to be on all fours like animals, and our heads cannot sustain the upright gravity they do. I don’t drill holes in my head but I hang upside down sometimes for relief. When I hang upside down, I almost feel light is leaking through my pores.
01/10/2012 § 1 Comment
Last night there was a wind-storm and sand was whipped from the desert against my window. You might imagine the window would become a block of translucent beige, but the heavy grit blocked out the light so my room became a shadow with a square patch of biting grey.
At the start it was restful, watching anger scream from a safe place is a peaceful pressure. It’s the opposite of watching rain break from the inside of a house or night fall from a warm bed. These things aren’t pressure, they’re a release.
After some time I remembered all glass begins it’s life as sand and the peace became a feeling of betrayal. The storm was a child attacking it’s mother. It felt like treachery within a family. They say mother nature is cruel.
When morning came and the storm became still I went outside to my window and saw the smooth glass had become fine sandpaper to the touch and almost opaque. What remarkable strength for this to be it’s only marks after enduring such a storm. How weak I am in comparison.
But I built the window, so who’s weaker after all?
Humans have come so far, built skyscrapers and aeroplanes and cured fierce diseases, yet as individuals we depend on things like windows for survival. I know windows are built from the minds and hands of humans, but this doesn’t make me feel much less uneasy.
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