Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Monday, November 16, 2009

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Something Other

W: One of the things I like about being with you is that I don’t feel obliged to talk all the time. It’s easy to be silent with you. Being silent with you, close but not touching, eyes closed, not communicating with any of the five senses, just knowing you’re there, feeling you’re there, something else takes over, difficult to put into words because words belong to the five senses and this is something else. Something other. An awareness. It’s hard to describe it. A feeling that you are somewhere inside me, I am somewhere inside you. Outside the senses, beyond time and space, outside ourselves. I can’t put it into words. But it’s there. Do you feel that?

M: Hm?

W: Do you feel that.

M: I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening.

-James Saunders, After Liverpool

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Liminality

Feels like
I'm in
No man's land

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Empty Recycle Bin?

Probably just in the Recycle Bin...
But not yet emptied.