It's been a bit, I know.
posted by jeremy on December 24, 2007
Ask me why... & I'll tell you I can't tell you why.
A Monday night under a crescent waxing little moon in the Vieux Carre and the bars idle at empty and I sit here, wrapped in two centuries of chipped paint and splintered wood and as the palmettos scuttle and maggots find their legs...
I do find myself fine.
Despite the evidence.
Despite a sense of purpose as empty... as empty as all these bars...
Yet still... I do find myself fine. I promise you this. I find myself fine but I also find myself full. Packed. My brain bleeps nonsense and sputters shutdown. Eaten too much... Eaten too much loss, too much beauty, violence, love, lack, drugs, past, hope or hate... & the paradox is that the fullness mirrors emptiness.
I am content and I am over-whelmed.
I envy, at this moment, the invisible.... I envy pale shadows.
I know that I need....
I need a moment to chew what I have eaten.
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The above was written six months ago. I just found it buried in the digital landfill that I call my laptop. Its re-emergence is profound, if only to me.
My dad just left a message with the Rbar saying he intends to file a missing persons report on me. I've never had so much as a fucking parking ticket and now it's cops, cops, cops.
My greatest desire has always been to be left alone.
But whatever.... I'm a bad son and it's time to bite that bullet.
It's X-mas Eve, 2007.
It has been 364 days since I last spoke with my family.
One year of invisibility.... Of considering what it is I had to consider:
It's been long enough.
Tomorrow I call my blood...