"I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with the nonhuman world and somehow survives...Paradox and bedrock."-Edward Abbey

23 January 2012

100 Words; Going Back

The party was a rare case of going back. It seems, the ghosts I encounter with most frequency are those of memory. There, they were legion; vampires, punks, and try-too-hard-hipsters. I was invited. Baited, albeit unintentionally, for a trap.

Things change. Things stay stagnantly the same. Perhaps I am just too critical.

Someone said seeing me in an urban enviroment, so many years on, was the money shot. Legend. Apocrypha.

It was a fluke and invite; going back. Accidental time travel. See, as much fun as it could be to fuck with the quantum, the only constructive way is forward.

10 comments:

  1. Is this really only a 100 words post? It's brilliant, as always you've told so much with so little words.

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    1. Thank you. The initial draft was one-hundred sixteen, so I just had to trim some metaphorically unnecessary fat.

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  2. Magnificent words. I've had that feeling once or twice, myself. Didn't I do this already? Why am I here again? Have I not outgrown this?

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  3. One of my favorite 100-words posts.

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  4. That really got me thinking which is always a good testament to a blog post. So many ideas and so much said in so few words, wonderful.

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  5. Always forward, as we used to say. Never straight.

    Sounds like an interesting evening...

    Pearl

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    1. Yes, it was, to say the least. Thank you.

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