When i ventured in, this nodeshell in the
wilderness looked like this
i'm gay (idea)
another thing lost
It will never be this perfect again. Just moving through things changes them, and
words, slippery things though, can give a
solidity that defies
change and life.
Every name driven will be as another rivet in the machine of a universe flux*
don't ask me what i am, and i won't ask what you are. I could
describe you until tomorrow and leave you nothing but
impoverished in being, and nailed to the floor.
*Susan Howe