face

it’s just that face-to-face interactions can sometimes be difficult.  i am faced with another person, another body, another mind (as in, another universe), and i am shocked, stunned, debilitated.  this is my experience of interface.  i immediately become a stranger to myself.

i can write but i can’t speak.  you’ll never know what i’m feeling or thinking unless i write you a letter.

Dear Whomever,

I am alone.  Something has been grating on my conscience.  It’s about the lifespan of memory.  Memory is the only thing I know of that is born (in experience) and dies (in forgetting), yet always remains somehow alive (in the body, memories re-emerge).  Whomever, this has been on my mind.  Whomever, where do I go from here?

Advertisements

About thedoubleequal

TheDoubleEqual is interested in Anais Nin, Smut and subtext, Queer literature, Intersections of oppression, Jewish communities, Memoir, Poetry, All art, Subways, and Violent spiritual awakenings. View all posts by thedoubleequal

One response to “face

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: