2007-07-11 11:42 p.m.
♥ Why we'd walk a broken line of minus signs...

When I close my eyes I imagine that the straight lines of everything around me extend into long frayed strings in three-point perspective--stapled edges of the stretched canvas on my carpet, dusted borders of my computer monitor, cage-bars of the box fan, cotton fringe of the bedsheets, soft margins of my bones. Right now the strings are criss-crossed and netted, and I am trapped at their core but entangled at any movement, any head turn or finger curl. These strings are appliances, accessories, anatomy. They are tiny fears stretched thin and taut, tentative fibers licking at my skin. These strings, I trust, are about to break. These strings are all things.


Today's Song: Hardwire - Metric