this thing, this dream is not of desire or want of it is a complexity with many shapes, forms and sizes
this dream, this cloud of almost knowing yet unknowing is not just a haze, it is also an amalgamation of places these places, are not just physical elements, solid they are spaces touched upon, unfolding one's vulnerabilities these elements, are not plyable psycho-modules more like shadows of one's various selves shifting, lurking this lurking, is not a conscious spectre waiting more like nuances, sitting around inside, outside, around this consciousness, is an interface defining one's borders yet it does not protect, it deludes and it quantifies this pain, is not only one's pain but also everyone else's cannot just claim it, have to subtlety declare it, share it this absoluteness, does not relate to thy state of being it entraps one's fluid sensibilities, it is false scenery these false scenes, show a truth but nothing of reality hyper-realities, redefining and re-sculpting the losses these emotional objects sit like furniture, banal, solid they are everywhere, screaming for comfort and submission this submission, is an enemy but also can be a friend this friend is everywhere, it can suffocate like an enemy this enemy, could be a loved one or even current situations one's interface or definition can be seen reflected by others these situations, are what we all know or will come to know time is the dealer of circumstance of what is to come for all these moments, of time and unfolding segments of this place delete the interface, delete the noise of myopic composure this exposure, of one's usual composure deletes the voice no choice, a dream yet not a dream, a squeeze of realization this realization, is small and it can be drowned out easily by the rhythm of life, and many absolute modes, the continuity these continuities, they bind us together - to the sod earth, space, past, present and future, a part of the process these processes, force us to share these moments and mind like straight lines, ropes that bind us to the outer limits this outer limit, of which I speak I cannot mention for it is a noise that defines my own space, not your time this thing, this dream, this reality is reshaping the outer limits, what is currently mine with many shapes, forms and sizes... http://www.tatfoundation.org/Verostko_unknowing.jpg _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
