I sat and watched the kitchen sink

domestic triassic jurassic laconic stoic. I see. You see.

I lost a whole year in a day, exploring the world from one single spot. I saw everything and went nowhere, moved continents and only my hands. I reached across the sahara, the atlantic, and touched my ankle, my shoulder blade. Bugs crawled across the ceiling, across the floor, on the face of the himalayan mountain. Breath came in gasps, heaving, running a marathon to the window.

these fragments pieced together to form a humanity

the miles of empty road. the dust.

hot sunshine on the back of a neck.

a hat with string attached shading eyes.

brown grass rustling.

a river that has been lined to become a canal.

water that is too brown to be clean, too transparent to be dismissed.

beside the artifice, a real pond with drowned grass and reeds, ragged edges. From the tall blades, a splash of some large creature.

the slick sound of skin lotion ( i know you are there).

meeting a stranger at the junction of two paths. We acknowledge and ignore each other.

parched hot wind. the look of disappointment on my face.

craned necks. things out of reach or lost.

between times, and time again, we make a story out of our lives, a narrative with our feelings and images. We inject a continuity into the arbitrary, a randomness into the routine. My heart is indeed an open book, pages waiting to be filled and drawn in, to be told and most importantly, to be read by another. "these fragments i have shored up against my ruins. "

this website describes me surely

this clip is oddly pleasing. and this site surely is named for people like me.

http://www.danerd.com/movie_clip.php?vid=238

fear in a handful of dust 

good bye naivete, hello the rest of life.

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the phone rings. He picks it up. The voice on the other end says nothing. He says nothing. They wait. "I know you by your silence," one of them says. Does it matter which one?

the phone rings. He picks it up. The voice on the other end says nothing. He says, "I know you by your silence."

the phone rings. He picks it up. He says nothing. The voice on the other end says, "I know you by your silence."

the phone rings. She picks it up. The voice on the other end says nothing. She says nothing but "I know you." He says, "By my silence, already."

the phone rings. She picks it up. The voice on the other end says, "I know you." She says, "I know your silence." They say nothing further.

the phone rings. I pick it up. The voice on the other end says, "I know you even by your silence, you can't hide." I say nothing.





the phone rings. I pick it up. It keeps ringing. I put it down. It keeps ringing. I pick it up. It keeps ringing. I throw it on the ground, kick it. It keeps ringing. "Silence!" I say. I hurl it across the room, still ringing. It lands, ringing. I walk towards it. It is smashed, but still ringing. I pick up the earpiece. "You can't hide," the voice on the other end says over the ringing. "I know," I say. The ringing stops. I am deafened by the silence.