Evaluation
I’m going to be honest with you, you know, come clean on some issues. I feel pretty weird about how unfocused this blog is. Sometimes it really bums me out. But on the other hand it thrills me.
I was in bed reading this morning, which lead to laying, eyes closed, with a finger holding the page. And I became entirely aware.
It was like I was diving. Forever. Or like there was a powerful force leading me, an anchor. I wanted to write, but I wasn’t sure if I could ever exit this place. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to. I imagine this is what it feels like when you are in space or the depths of the ocean, deeply moved and silenced, yet driven. Focused. Aware. I stayed like this for some time.
The reason I tell you this is that I did get up. I did walk to get my computer. And I thought, “Yes, telling the truth is the anchor, pulling.” Even if it seems or even it is fragmented, I will always meet you here to tell you something really true.
I hope you will not mistake truth for fact. I hope you know that the truth is an idea, a word, involving several elements coming together, pressing against each other with their tender skins. We’ll never really get there, cause it’s pretty much impossible, intangible. But the truth (see previous description) is, I really love pressing against you. I can’t help myself.
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You are the truth that leaning spaces chill next to. But, in all actuality, the words that you issue here and else where. It’s too much to handle. I would like to parasol your face.
Comment by Matthew — June 20, 2007 #
All I can think about is the first track on Little Wing’s new album Soft Pow’r called Scuby. It think it was written for you.
Comment by Jordan — June 20, 2007 #