Anamnesis

So many rooms in so many houses; spaces within which the walls have waited, unseeing, uncaring, as I played various roles in minor dramas, some of my own devising, some not, & most being incomplete.

So many days wanting to stay away from this mess, this reluctance; the daydream of purposeful action abandoning us with every movement around the Sun.

The fragility of everything; inevitable entropy & we, the animals that will not be themselves, capable of knowing all this wait while words emerge to seek a story worthy of acknowledging that beneath every surface something waits to be misunderstood.

Either serendipitous or fucked up:

The choice is yours.

The choice is mine,

& I can’t decide…