Loss of reason
April 7, 2012
This is not what it means to read in bed, telephone gripped in my sweating palm, electronic stimulation, each text dripped into me, stroking my insides.
Who is on the other side?
I see the face because some come with images, but not at all the face I recall.
There is something different in this look, and the world shifts, moving up and down, in and out, until Iím near seasick.
There is something primitive in all this, stripping away all the unnecessary formalities.
Each message like a bulletin to some great event I am witnessing from a distance and yet touches me deeply like an electric shock.
I lose reason and panic.
This is not at all what I intended, even if in some deep sense is it something I need.