dialogue.
2006-04-29 3:13 p.m.
this change, it is a repetition, each happening unfolding itself, doubling us over, collapse and reenactment, so many times that i have begun to feel that i was made to be reborn, to be rebuilt, to be alone and unsure of what i'm doing.each new place becomes home momentarily, given enough time to learn the streets (it doesn't hurt, either, knowing the name of the city, learning the names of a few people). it's dangerous, this 'being a woman', because every conversation has that potential, that proclivity to turn to other matters before congenialties. purpose.
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think about relationships and the point where being clothed just means that later we'll be naked. reassuring, but without the early longing to press body against body without cost. agendas, we sabotage ourselves on sexuality, on forgetting how to be in love, on learning how to just be bodies.
we (humans, western society) don't really know what we're getting into. we've organized in such a manner that being in love can trap us, can make us stay a century, can force us into raising children and believing this was what we wanted.
i have a supposition that we, in truth, want nothing.