The want for a story. For a ‘reason’ to be. A far place, an illusion, the stomach knows its illegitimacy, its fantasy, irreality…yet the brain (mind?) dying toward, for, craving, starving after it. A thread in a narrative…a plotline…a characterization – some momentary identity. To be witnessed, accounted-for, counted, taken note of, recognized. The mad… Continue reading The Want for a Story : Texts for Nothing ![]()
