Thursday, October 09, 2008
Bordando el Manto Terrestre
we lose skin cells constantly. we shed hairs without end. our body scatters and renews. i wonder. how spread out have i become by now? how much of the world are the lost and dissipating remnants of me seeing by now? have i become beaches, mountains, rain? and in the overlaps with every one else, in the overlaps with every other spread out self, is there some kind of connection? some kind of love perhaps? some unity? are we all the great, big blankets covering this earth together, yet never looking at one another, as if to deny this?