whoa...a journey for the eyes and what we see (or wish to see...
oh, aimee, we can get so lost between what is and what we want. incredible, isn't it? where does truth lie?xoerin
i want to dwell in all these truths -
roxana, i believe you do more than most others. in fact, yes, yes, this is right, you dwell inside of the vast variation, the flux, the many, the all. i see it clearly. (you influenced this series, as you influence so much.)xoerin
this fading in and out, this sharpening and loosening of vision, is that not a metaphor of one's life span?
amanda, i hadn't thought of it that way but it could be. i hadn't gone beyond one moment, one experience of perception, which already holds such potential for variance. but a whole lifetime? why not! (i am reading alistair macleod's short stories from his book Island right now and i can't say if it is in his writing or what lies behind his stories or if it is only where i am at right now in my life, but i feel...i laugh, i'm not even sure what it is i feel but i look to the periphery as though something lurks there and i sense it more strongly than ever.)xoerin
"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))