Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Can time not stand still? Can it flow instead? Flow into meaninglessness and ‘doesn’t-matter’ states and endless epiphany and moving pictures and lying magic?

I can’t find it, I really can’t. I tried and tried and tried and must admit that it is but an invention of a restless mind and an unfinished soul. Movies are real, song lyrics are concrete, pictures are pretty, printers are sensible. There’s no magic anymore...no rabbits, no levitation...lots of sawn-off bodies though with nobody to make them whole again...no plumes, no top-hats, no glittering fuchsia bodysuits...we dress in plaid around here....