I do want to do something.


Did you see her lips ?
August 6, 2008, 2:19 pm
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Dear readers,

Yesterday he told me that I was so important to him, that if I didn’t call him by Wednesday he would never talk to me again. I didn’t even know that he existed. This is why I am addressing you these thoughts, in case it was important that I didn’t.

I have been absent, and still am. Ideas have been there, things to write about as well ; on reading out loud, on the economy of give and take, on walid raad’s last show in beirut, on parallel engagements.. although she can’t do anything about it except being suffocated by these thoughts. She started developing affection towards them, like imaginary friends.

Each word can open up a multitude of possibilities, but she doesn’t have the strength to follow any of them. She can’t project at the moment and can’t make love. Try to pinch me, I would have to think before I feel anything. Her words and her breath are breaking up, her skin is mutating, her hormones are masculine.

She is renegotiating her voices, trying to shut some and let the convulsive joy flow again.

I don’t remember the time it ever did, but she does and I believe her.

I don’t have to do anything, just shut up. In this white nebulous period, there are some distant rhythms playing a perverse game with her heart beats. When I loose my breath, she dives deep inside to catch it back with her teeth. I would have to kiss her to get it back.