Fragments

Looking at words differently. Seeing what's invisible. Things there and then lost forever and ever. The door is unhinged. The water faucet is turned on but no water runs. The end the beginning. The wet sheets against my cold body. Am I dead? Blood pours from buckets and buckets and buckets. Human life. The ancient mind. Glory without hope. The government without intelligence. The truth escaping their minds until there is no such thing as truth. We all watch and believe the lies. A girl walks by my window with a dog. What is a full heart? Death in Venice. Death in the suburbs. The answers are nowhere and everywhere. The horse gallops through the field. The quickie at high noon. Abuse of self and substances. Light camels blend into turkish and domestic bliss. The small body. Early human ancestors. Traverse environments. An interview with a distinct species. A significant step tentatively assigned, settled by tradition. The ANTHEM. Three adults on arched feet, their upper limbs and small craniums exposed. Populations of a single mindset. The mindset prevails. Small teeth and big brains. The findings of new evidence that steps have been taken to destroy the human past (or re-create it) - like religion.

As stated by Nabokov in an article posted in the Atlantic in the early '40s, 'I am left to grope for heart and art and start anew with clumsy tools of stone.'