Each morning my bowels agitate me into waking, twisting and churning, like an unwelcome poison ready to pass. My nasal cavity drives me out of bed, prepared to erupt a tank of phlegm. Stomach acids, possessing my insides like a grotesque demon lusting for release, bubble up to my throat and violently disgorged - and … Continue reading Beneath the Haze, Resist
I have an inner life. A network of thoughts and discursive inner-dialogues, sometimes coherent – often dogmatic – but never at peace. It’s a universe borne through me with laws and parameters, nodes and relationships, tones and patterns. It’s an inner life with an ecology that expands inwards and extends out into the world. It … Continue reading I Have an Inner Life.
As this mineral scratches the surface, absorbed and shaped as per convention, fragments of thought that seem to be contained within flesh are unleashed into space like radiation dispersed as waves that, if by chance should encounter the mind of an other, will collapse and be re-absorbed into new consciousness: ever-expanding, ever-emerging, radiating, connecting ... … Continue reading Collapsing thoughts into scribbles