Saturday, April 20, 2013
They're all still there. The dormancy exists and tremors seem distant but that doesn't negate your personality history. They're there. You wake up in a different world. The earth is seen through the window. You are not on it. Those thoughts and actions and wants and needs and aspirations and sorrow and methods and dreams and shadows and sounds and images and footsteps and the end are all behind you: following. Moaning, they've taken on a different shape. You lurch up from this inaction to get moving again. They're there. But they're changed now. They are so different from the light inaction bouncing around your skull. What you thought was wrong is a fantasy and what this is behind you is also a fantasy. You're moving on and the things behind you are getting further stupid and losing. You are getting better. And they'll help you to try. Though what you are is a construction, what you continue to be is of that construction.