Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

ambiguous

never let slip the question mark between lips, but leave this fearful of the many and of any lies that might fly this way, distracted and distanced.

the whole world is not in turmoil.  nothing like.  nowhere near.  just slightly sidewaysed.  a step in the wrong direction.

who wants to sit in a park, in the pitch black, and let snowflakes fall between icicle fingers?  everyone here has somewhere to go.  something to do.  someone to meet.  places to visit.  there are no people aimlessly wandering, they all have purpose, meaning, direction…  deflecting the light from being.

when the light ceases, it’s impossible to see a definite.  all you get is a subtle shadow and a crease of hint, snickered away in the sodium.  Effervescing bubbles of orange glow.  And everyone becomes a shadow.  It’s almost to the point where the brightest stars that shine cast shadows down and make people (in a wholly general term) indefinite.  Frazzled at the edges, frayed, pulled, soaked with gin and set alight.  They see things in general terms, in normal ways.  Where there’s no quiet cave to hide.  Where you want to be successful and popular and network network network.  Where it’s not important to count the blades of grass that swish through your fingers when you lie amongst a lawn…

and the world of daydreams falls back to being stuck in a static unit, which does not breathe but seems to shudder to life.  placing balloons on aeration vents, and watching them spin.  knowing you could even wave an arm or let perspiration expire from a curled fist, held open to the heavens, if only the vast panes were removed.  heated and het and caged.  regulated.  why is one thinking of such strangeness and enclosure when thoughts should be free to fall and drift?

let us let thoughts drift, once more.  or writing a letter to your own conciousness.

dear me.

i think we may need to talk some time.

you appear to not be in posession of any marbles.

you might want to look for them.

yes.

regards and thoughts,

me.

Well you could put your marbles in a brightly colored crystal bowl once you find them, but make sure you put them on a shelf so that it won’t tip over and your efforts are shattered.

“who wants to sit in a park, in the pitch black, and let snowflakes fall between icicle fingers?”

Me, please. As long as I don’t have to walk on the snow.

Incidentally, as regards your short letter to yourself - marbles are highly overrated.

andophiroxia: i don’t think they’re that highly prized, to be honest.

Mr. Witness: quite. and quite, again. i hope. now, where have those marbles gone?

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ooh talk about marbles. great. i love marbles. i remember getting this great trolley at christmas one christmas, i remember there being loads of stuff under the tree as well as a red pushpedal volkswagon car and a wheeelbarrow and i remember the torlley had two wheels one in the front and one in the back and the whole thing was made of wood. the wheels were two wooden discs on either side with slim wooden posts set into them, to go around the perimeter of the wheel you understand adn then they were filled with marbles. it was brilliant. get the picture? like a flat slab of wood, a painted plank i suppose, or is it a 2X4…and the wheels if you took them off and placed them upright on the table would look like birdcages, see what i mean…and they were filled with marbles, lovely marbles, and it had a string and i went off around the house with it. i played in the car and the wheelbarrow as well, for years and years, but i was just telling you about the initial enthusiasm the marbles elicited from my childs eye memory. thanks for the marbles!

I loved this, and I agree that marbles are often overrated. I love the way this captured what lies below the social constructs.

Id been a while since i looked through your miles away. things have changed. old site is gone. old intros, sweep, sweep, sweep.

I enjoy the new format. and you’re letter to yourself.
I do wonder though how the marbles metaphor came to be.
why not pinballs, golf balls, or any other spherical shaped object to represent sanity.

polite charlie - ah. marbles. yes. i have a similar story.

melograna: social constructs? begone! all are free to rest here.

luis: maybe someone who carried pocketfuls of marbles lost them all, once? hmmm. interesting!

i really should spell check before hitting submit.