Narratology, My little Musing

Anonymity

2008-10-26T16:58:00.000-07:00

There's a thing to be said about anonymity these days. It's nice to write things that people may read but not if they know my face, my voice, my name. I wonder about that.
It's like screaming in a world of screamers just to get something out. Feel alive for a bit. It takes too long to think nowadays.
I want the old me back. It feels like a faded piece of paper. The marks are creased and worn. There's no face anymore. Nothing there.
Replacement. Detachment.
Masks. Lies. Deception.
I don't like the world I might be stepping into.
I think I'll go back.

The Proverbial Apple

2007-12-15T03:54:00.000-08:00

The apple is cold and smooth in the palm of my hand. It tastes of pale green glass as clear as ice. This is what the King wants. The proverbial apple.

I don't know why I have it. But it is not meant for him.

When it falls it catches the light and spins and spins. When it breaks, clean in two, there is no sound. The two pieces lie on the ground, still beautiful, still perfect.

There are kings that are demons and angels who are carved of black rock and have silver lights for veins.

But the dream ends there and confuses itself as I wake.

Let her Speak

2007-12-03T02:41:00.000-08:00

I like many things. That's different from wanting things. I like bubblegum and anime and existential philosophy. I like music and singing where no one can here me and dreaming of floaty things that spiral and swindle.
It's like spiders sometimes with silver and snares and small twinkling lights.

I let her out sometimes or she gets mad.

Wretched Excess

2007-11-28T07:18:00.000-08:00

I wish for a lot of things.
Things I don't need. Things I could get myself. Things...
Wants and desires and needs.

I think fear has a lot to do with it.
I want things I can't have. I want things I don't need. I want things so I don't regret anything. I want things out of greed.
Wanting and wishing and wasting away.

But you never get anywhere unless you turn the page and leave little pieces of you behind. You never go anywhere if you stay on the same path. You have to come out of the shell some time.
Or else
It's just wanting and wishing and wasting away.