• • •
The air is thick and I don’t think that there is much space between my thoughts at this moment. It is like being surrounded by frenzied letters, words and images that will not stop outlining themselves around who I am supposed to be. “Let go, let go” says the disembodied voice that passes through the head rather hurriedly. “Just let it flow and let go!”
Why do so many people walking around city streets at lunchtime wear laminated ID cards around their neck? It’s a sign, a uniform of sorts, for it lets us all know that they are rightfully and dutifully employed. I think I’ll make my own ID card, with a picture of something that hurts along side words that say ‘Underemployed Creative’ – Invisible to suits and those who text while wrapped in them.’
Texting text is too small, maybe that’s why I don’t do it. The artform itself becomes too tiny and roman with invisible serifs, enslaved to letting the world know in short boring tweets just what someone ate, drank, thought or will do, hmm … perhaps well done … then hardly so. The world is shrinking in the hot water of fast moving blurs of people, going faster and faster as the art of writing and just plain being is dying, or at least it feels that way, when surrounded by frenzied letters, words and images in this first ever post in WordPress, the press of words, stoked, stacked and lined up, ready to go, like let it go, let it go.
