Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Maybe this is where D&G are supposed to make sense. I leave filaments of myself wherever I go. On the fingerprints sullying my keyboard, on the last bit of saliva that drooped off the edge of my last cup of coffee, in the memory of the last person who I had a conversation with, in the last breath I left behind in the chilly Austin air even as I entered the warmth of my office building. In my blogs, on my Amazon wish-list, in my last comment...

But what if I were to shift attention from a singular 'I' that lets go of individual filaments like so many bits of shedded hair - to the hair that floats around breaking the fiction of that singular 'I'.