Unblogging
The words are getting away from reality and floating forever in the world but not in the world. It's getting too strange for me to think about. Unfinite, myself, scattered in little bits across the electronic age. Possible for the rest of the world. Should there be no world tomorrow, bits of me will still be floating here and there in the aether. So it is time for me to unblog, steal myself back from the streams of information which must, at one point, bump into itself and react. But how, and what it will do is something beyond any understanding.
So this is the warning...
I am unblogging soon
a little at a time
my words
will
be
o
So this is the warning...
I am unblogging soon
a little at a time
my words
will
be
o
posted by Echo at 1:28 PM
3 Comments:
Oh my.
Don't shut your iron-mesh shades....
There used to be two windows. They were like two rectangular eyes staring into space. The eyes wore shades of green iron-mesh. Like magnet therapy goggles our neighbours wore to improve their vision.
Behind the shades were painted lids of wood-and-glass panes that folded at the hinges. The eyelids folded shut when blue raindrops thrashed against the house in diagonal lines.
When summer travelled light years to make life hell, the windows wore curtains. Green and envious. With parrot shapes printed on them
When winter crept in to chill bone and tissue, the windows were bare for sun rays to come in and make shapes on the floor.
Otherwise the windows remained open and staring.
There was a garden patch outside the windows. The plants that grew there tried not to crowd the view from the iron-mesh windows…
I thank you for the bits that now reside here with me.
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