Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Take Me To The Summit So That I May Take Another Dive


I stood on the crest of the dune, gulls reeling around my head in feathered chaos. My mind could not escape from the gap; the raw aftermath of my own disrepair.
The id-interface felt, to my weakened self, as if it were deliberately exposing all of my insecurities at once; a fact that was further exacerbated by the frenetic monochromic activity so close to my face.
“eeee,” they cried, “eeee-jit!”
Further down the shore I could make out the haze-obscured figures reaping the plankton fields and I wished for some special sustenance to lift me from this despair.
It came to me that to mess with ones own circuits in such a self-destructive manner is not only ill-advised but blatantly stupid, especially since I have learned this lesson on so many a previous occasion.

7 comments:

the walking man said...

Learning by rote can be tedious, sometime though we will learn and move on eh?

Tom said...

kind of like self destructive behavior...

subby said...

Wondering if this was similar to what Stanczyk was thinking when Smolensk fell to Moscow...

Harlequin said...

screeching eee-jit reminders from gulls, no less.... this is a tough position to be in, standing, sitting or groveling.... on the beach, in the dune, under the dune....nothing like the brilliant aha of a not again epiphany!

Pisces Iscariot said...

never again ;]
word verification: quitt

The Scrybe said...

Hello there, fellow Brian Eno fan. What an intriguing blog, and brilliant writing!

Pisces Iscariot said...

The Scrybe: Thank you and welcome :)