" *: October 2012

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Anthony wants to tell you a story.





















































"Nobody wants to hear my fucking stories anymore."

"Not in the mood for rambles."

"I want to talk. I want to tell pleasant stories."

"It sounds lonely."

"It's not lonely."

"It is."

"It's not. I'm not lonely. I'm doing you a service."

"You think?"

"I know."

"Ok."

"I am interesting. I am relaxed. It will serve the hell out of you to try and participate in a conversation with me."

"OK."

"Conversation is dying; rather a efficacious exchange between people, you know? A rich exchange that is cynical free. One that isn't recycled and held together with hope of approval."

"I don't understand."

"You understand. I'm sure you do.

"What a souring tasting meal."

"A defenseless, rich, vulnerable and challenging conversation. It's like I can smell it. Can you smell it?"

"It smells sour."

"No."

"What would you talk about?"

"About anything that really matters to you. You know? really matters. Any fucking thing."

"Wow. Such a sour meal."

"Are you listening?"






























































Monday, October 29, 2012
































Before you can learn to swim






 you must first learn to float. 


be it water or the natural world, you must trust the stuff you are in. If you fight against it, you are going to gasp and struggle. You may even drown. Yet when you learn to trust it, you see that the water wants to hold you up, not pull you down.























Tuesday, October 23, 2012






"I have to continue to give up."

"Right."

"You know what I mean?"

"No."

"I have to keep giving up. I'm exhausted..."

"What is this about?"

"I'm inside this spot. I'm all the way in.




















































Keep going in.


































Monday, October 15, 2012

William wants to perform.
































"I know it is a play, an elaborate one."

"What?"

"I want to perform now. I want to act for awhile, you know? Just so I can get my work done. I know that's what this play is for. You don't have a clue, but I realize it."

"I continue to realize a lot of things about you."

"OK I can play now, you know? I have stop taking it so seriously. But knowing it,fuck! You know? Knowing this shit is beating up on me. It is pounding on me like rain. A astonishing downpour. I know too much. I know way too much."

"Who says 'way too much?' "

"I have to play while knowing all of this, and it can be a bit much. I don't know. I am starting over."

"Are you?"

"Yeah. It's a lot to know."

"I don't understand."

"That's good for now."


























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