Sunday, April 22, 2007
what a week-
trammelled, unravelled, unspun yarn
distilled forms of emotion:
a myraid of test tubes for me to pick from
but what i did ( whati think i did) was to chuck all of them into a crucible and heat them over the flames of lighted tealights and watch them vaporise in thin air.
dispersed. undetectable. intangible.
i don't want to know. i don't want to see.
i can't look at honesty in the eye.
and i don't know if what i'm doing is right.
un moment à se rappeler
. a moment to remember.
