"Half of all our lives are spent, encouraged by embarrassment...." Matt Pond PA
A man walks into a room. He is unknown and unknowing. A cypher of veins and sinews, synapses and molecules. Heart pounds, breath accelerates. He is someone (gasp), oh, he is no one at all.
A man walks into a room. He is no one at all. The play of light, molecules dancing, air breathed in and pushed out, a taut stream of superlative sound. I open my mouth and say.......ten words. I say ten words to this man. I say nothing at all. Mumbled courtesies, fumbled inanities. He is not for me. But I am filled with a sort of pride, a kind of awe for having opened my mouth.
A man walks into a room. He is everything, he is distracting, he is beautiful (gasp, oh!). He is nothing at all. Bones, sinews, veins, joints. Water, light, feeling, sound.
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