Series 5: That Night, His Bodily Fluids Sprayed All Over Me

2006/2/11 20:50:34

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One cannot step into the same river twice—or perhaps, not even once. Is not one the river itself? Why enter, why leave? The river flows toward the sea, azure, before one's eyes, azure, stretching to the horizon. A river is a river, a person is a person, yet even the horizon is still wrapped around this small planet. In the infinite void, even the universe is but a speck of dust. River, ocean, universe, void—clamorous language, meaningless vibrations of brain waves. Dinner—a string of brain waves transmitted through electromagnetic waves. Brain waves—a tedious scientific plaything. Why should one trust brain waves stimulated by electromagnetic waves? Trust is also brain waves. One set of brain waves playing games with another. Pale language, the pale illusion of brain waves. Brain waves, pale illusions. Illusions, the language of God. A laughable God, an illusion of brain waves. Illusion-like love, a tedious popular moan. Why enter, why leave? One can never enter, one can never leave. Forever is not far. Evening, a city without sunlight. The busyness of language, the blindness of waves, tedious images. Iraq, oil, warships. Slaves of brain waves. Death, a pleasant game. A global audience of spectators. Filling the hunger, the hunger of brain waves. Busy, busy. Where are the Panda cigarettes? Appearing and vanishing like smoke. Dispersed. Together—arrived? Desert. It's going to rain. From beyond the sky, a black wind blows the sea upright. See, gaze, South Mountain. Dinner together, see you tonight, busy now, here, here, here. Here! Rain has come down.

(To be continued)