history of self

I see the moon and realize that I know almost nothing of it.

email,  nov 2005:  'From the ballroom of this existence because there is nothing more'

email,  dec 2005:"i don't think i'll move beyond these things ever. i don't know who i'd be if i did.  but for me to create and exist and be happy i have to forget these things for a moment or two once in awhile.  when i forget, i am alive.  when i forget, i wonder, i am fascinated with everything;  when i stop worrying there are a few moments where i scramble for the pen to scratch a few things down.  soon i begin worrying again, but those scratches are still there.  they bring me comfort."

 

email, jan 2006: "tomorrow i will go to work on the subway.  on the subway i will stand next to the door and sway until my stop comes.  my eyes will be closed and i will imagine i am in new york, or in hades, or minneapolis.  we all know minneapolis.  when the doors open i will remember seoul.  i will ascend some steps and walk through a turnstyle.  there will be other people going to work, and as i ascend the steps out of the subway terminal i will be greeted by a woman hawking christian magazines.  i will smile at her and walk towards work.  at work it will be the same as it always is and i will enjoy it."

 

02.07.09 | by tom | |
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