Tonight my mind is spatter on a screen. In an alternate possibility you flash across an ice field. I follow into a maze of identical white corridors. The walls are lattices of spectral pinpoint fragments of the sun. My walking drains away all momentum. This is what it is to feel yourself forget.
2
favs |
1208 views
7 comments |
53 words
All rights reserved. |
another particle story, less than 55 words.
This story has no tags.
I liked this! Seems like a good state to be in.
Really interesting.
I'm not sure about the second sentence, the "you" pulled me out.
"This is what it is to feel yourself forget"
Well done.
Thanks much for the reads and comments.
Cherise: Very interesting comment about the second sentence. Initially, I thought it followed from the sequence in which I built the piece--it grew out of another, which addresses a "you"---so thought I could replace the pronoun with something else based you what you said. But it turns into something like the sweater in that Weezer song. So I'm thinking about/tinkering with the line. At the moment, I'm inclined to keep it but that's mostly because of the sweater problem...suggestions are welcome.
Keep the "you" and keep this *
The first line is so awesome, almost a manic mind. Peace... *
julie, linda...thanks for the reads and comments particularly pleased that you like the first line, linda. i took it from an older fragment. i kinda wish there was a way to spread the lines out, to make the slowing down more evident. still learning this tiny form. maybe i'll come back to this sometime and lay it out differently.
i appreciate the attention that folk give to all these things.