Monday, October 6, 2008

reinterpreted. repeated. reversed.

Classification of conduct. Irreversible in a mind that refuses to persist. Action is defined by re-action, and re-defined by the infinitesimal possibilities of movement.

He pulls himself out onto the street. The vehicle of his own doing; the product of his pre-dream conscious. He is driven by the drive of a million sleeping neurons. What keeps him awake at night now slumbers deep in the recesses of his dying subconscious memory. He is a cave in motion. Moving against the laws of gravity and forgiveness.

He has retained enough fragments of her persona to reassemble a replica within his mind. She is the missing puzzle piece from every un-finished puzzle. She is a collaged statue of incongruent parts.

She can only speak from the language of his memory. We can only say what we have said before. Rewording our words. Rewriting paragraphs of handwritten text. She lip-syncs to a voice recorded in his mind. Cassette tapes of a classic sort of misunderstanding. Reinterpreted through the context of now. When we repeat ourselves we realize our faults. That we can only be right once. The second time we are only almost right. Truth disintegrates in conjunction with time.

She once read a children's story to him. It was irrelevant that he was yet to become a child till much later. When the chapter of childhood is lost, one will find time to return to it later in their lives. The stages of life reversed. Growing up diametrically opposed to everybody else. He is normal spelled backwards.

6 comments:

ko said...

'driven by the drive'
'cave in motion'

YOU is a good writer.

ko said...

'he is normal spelled backwards.'

you know--i've been told that our perception of a memory changes each time we remember it, until it fades away....

ko said...

i think that's what they said;)

keekee said...

i've also heard that memory is rewritten everytime they are activated.

weird that you mention that because i have been thinking a lot about memory and forgetting.

ko said...

Chögyam Trungpa
first thought=best thought

i don't know why we second guess ourselves. perhaps Confucius was right. life is simple, but we insist on making it complicated.

keekee said...

very tru... i am an expert at overcomplicating things.