Have you ever felt a sequence, in which you are that particular number, that completes it? Or a series of words uttered in a movie you watched this morning, then heard again at work, and yet again somewhere in public–the same exact words? The way your wife stared at you before you left the house….
“No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake….”
“Man as an individual is a genius. But men in the mass form the headless monster, a great, brutish idiot that goes where prodded. ”
Automobiles smell in primes. The wretched sounds that birthed you, long for subtly. …
“When you show yourself to the world and display your talents, you naturally stir all kinds of resentment, envy, and other manifestations…
“I decide what is of value. I am my own highest value therefore I am my own God. I am an I-theist.”
“Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.”
Have a seat, exhale, tilt your head to the right, now the left, inhale…slowly. Now lean in a little. Don’t forget to blink from time to time. Follow these words. Allow them to take you away–if for a moment, elsewhere. Keep in mind a proper posture. Allow the noises that surround you to numb you…
