danny

traitors of the language, symbols play with my thoughts these days.

what a bastard conception of communication can symbols be. their unnatural nature, of combination and contextfulness gives up to most and any of my constructions of the present.

even the most futile of desperations transforms in a person, in an event, in a uttering. the signifying becomes the signified, and hell breaks loose.

it will pass, she will unbecome, it will evolve into a past chapter of my life, like everything else. but symbols will stay, as a milestone, a tombstone, a memoir of a confusion, of unpleasing times.

save the meaning, loose the memento. and then, when time distills the trueness of instances, let things decant into souvenirs, feelings and mental pictures of a happier past.

after all, we’re living just an instance. the rest, be it past memories or future desires is tainted with personal choice.

let it be so

This entry was posted on Monday, September 18th, 2006 at 14:50:33 and is filed under thoughts.