salience
August 18, 2006
When the flashes go off paranoia sets in. Who else will see what these men see right now? Can they really know what it is they are looking at? This part of my home is a streamlined stethoscope to my heart: saturated silence solemnity, with a high rise view of the shadows skyscrapers cast over shimmering water. In my dreams I live in the depths, away from the stank summer smells of the sewers overrun by people who will always carry more clout in their names alone than I could ever hold in both my hands at any one time. Their cameras follow me there though, wanting to know what I am doing and who I am thinking of and why my dental floss is flavored mint instead of cinnamon. Can she breathe under there? Is that the point? Who would think finding a place for me to be myself silent and fulfilled would be such a task. Maybe the point is that I am a private person, it is my nature. If you aren’t invited please don’t wait outside until you see me move within, waving to catch my eye. Don’t mistake me, you need me and I don’t need you.
lasaliente, 20:55
