Apr 05, 2011 11:45
I'm not sure what I have to say about anything right now, but, as usual, I am bursting to say something. When finally they haul me off to be committed, I expect I will be chattering happily away about everything and nothing.
I have a tattoo appointment tonight. I am strangely nervous about it. Not about the pain. About the permanent application of another image to my body. I have this odd sense of a transformation being implemented and I'm not entirely sure I have thought through all of its implications. Because I can't seem to articulate, or even draw forward to my conscious mind, the deeply abstracted thoughts at play on this, I am instead going to submit to the path as it unfolds and let the outcome coalesce as it will. I know what I want ... basically, sort of; and I know why I want it - the obvious and less obvious reasons - and I took the action of making the appointment, so I must be ready. I trust the relationship I have with the artist.
But, I have nerves. Like, perhaps I am overlooking something, have forgotten an important detail? I don't know. I think ... this tattoo represents here, now. Here, now is good - but I am on the tipping point (I think) of what my future will be, and I am apprehensive about how neatly the strands will braid.
truth
is relative
relative truth
as it relates
to you
and I
is absolute.
we
are
un
related,
our unrelating
we resolved
by dissolving
our
relation
ship.
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