DECONSTRUCTION TODAY: OF COURSE I EAT THE APPLE AFTERWARDS
To get at the good stuff. Writing fast, and for at least half an hour, but more like 1 hour. Yet the clock should not be paid attention to.
Think of those times high off youtube with friends. One lives in that high heady zone. There it is now, a big sensation in the forehead, which connects to the back of the head through the sinuses and throat, somehow. In the past it caused me to dig at a spot in the ground with a stick for no reason.
Sometimes I avoid that sensation, and I don’t write, or make art. Yet I’m spurred on by a feeling I still haven’t done enough.
Well, that’s the journey. One foot in the brave new world. Sense being carried like an ark with dogma bones in it, somewhere.
