A strange disconnection has quietly occurred in the past two days. A separation of body and mind. Or is it body and soul? I think philosophers are still working on that.So, this disconnection. My body is here in the top dot, stubbornly breathing and eating and pissing and craving flesh. It refuses to recognize that my mind, my soul, has relocated itself to the bottom dot. Business goes unfinished, plans go abandoned, calls unreturned. The body throws a tantrum, for attention, it wants to eat more and breathe more and fuck more. But the mind doesn't care, having relocated to the bottom dot.
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The bottom dot where my blood comes from. Where I learned to be who I am. Where my people and my dreams for them live. Where I learned to love, to lust, to drive, to drink, to worry, to hope, to see.
My body's not there yet, but it can smell the magnolia, the chicory, the beignet, the moss. Soon. Soon. Soon.
3 comments:
You are an incredible writer as well as photographer. I am going to put a blurb about your blog on mine as well as some of the lj communities ..you really are fantastic. I hope things get better for your family...
Thank you. Your site is a great resource of information, very useful.
Beautiful and hauntingly real at the same time.
Benji
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