'One cannot speak anymore of being, one must speak only of mess.' - Samuel Beckett

Friday, July 22, 2005

From the well

This is a purification of the above two images in the sense that I'm, was marking towards a certain truth that I cannot articulate too well, a truth of an involuntary turning away from fundamental supporting walls of life, of myself. I have been a dutiful prophet of my own destruction, I grabbbbbed the bank and I have been hauling myself out of a janus faced river of excess. I am wiser for it but God, as it is said, makes work for idle hands.