going through the process, dealing with sleazy people, meeting with interesting people. the new, unfamiliar place that i'll call home. the old place that i still adore, whether out of familiarity or resonance. inside me hell breaks loose, all memories assault me. outside me i shed skin, hair, wearing weariness and indifference in front of friends. i walk around confusing one name with another, feeling puzzled by the process of forgetting and and being forgotten. this is such a dangerous and fertile zone that i'm in. i struggle to find new names for my new feelings. the truth is that i probably have nothing new to say, but if i don't speak i'd be paranoid that i'm wasting all this significance away, this unknown significance...inside me, i pray to be brave.
hi lin, i linked via flickr to this place of your thoughts, ideas, dreams.
great writing, when you just flow, words follow.
i like that very much.
i´ll be back soon.
ralf
Posted by: ralf | May 24, 2006 at 07:23 PM