Monday, December 11, 1995

Monday, 11 December, 1995

The coolness of the evening.

Afterwards, at the edge again, in this natural position, like suspension bridges. The attainable at a glance, a now-weary régime, among the ornaments. Your pronouns, your nouns; unable to obtain a language to crawl inside of. A ring around the fire. A most violent incandescence to continue to poison the air with their lies. Epistemology is not innocent.

Confused. Still imbued with the daily diffusion. Being a snare which holds us up. Let's get out of here.

Indignation as a form of disobedience.

Ability, swallowed.