the second installment

[mindbum]

a letter:


what what what’s that you say? the second installment? but what happened in the first installment?

response: in this land (faerie) of indecipherable undeliverable missives this is to be expected.

here and when time is no steady plymouth washing away. you cant count on undeliverability to guarantee a sequence of events with any consistent chronology. you could argue time is little more than a measurement. one more example of the human need to define.

you’ll be asking what i’m talking about and i’ll be mumbling or trying to be funny or possibly it’ll be one of the odd times of clarity. it’s hard to get a handle on tangibility. does it matter what’s real? i think it all is.

all this talk of time makes me wanto spend more time with you. it’s been infectious with addictive qualities. like typewriters with cockroaches infesting. tight there on the end of the fork for the hwole world to look askance and sniff at like some kind of naked lunch.

you make me smile. and wanto make things. the things i most need out of this expanding and contracting clock called falling down. time with you is a delight and moves with the consistency of geology.

i’ve spent some months in the bottom of a dark well of innate despair
that appears persistently through my life since earliest memory. in all these patterns and circles turned there are beacons of composite joy, glory and beauty. moments, months & millenia. miunutes of simple sitting on a magic carpet. aksing or telling i’m just saying play with me.

i see you and wish i’d see you more. if only you could count on time for repetitions.