digging in

Without writing about it, the idea is to write about it. Currently unclear on the it in all of this, yet also trying to be less clear. Zooming in to the epicentre then zooming out. And possibly in and out again. Mm. Questions of first versus third person suddenly seem huge and terrifying. Never been encountered before. Here and there. Up and down. Above, below. Followed by deep distrust and disappointment with the clarity of contrasts and that easy jerk of olden days journo style that slips its palm over my eyes whenever I’m not paying attention. The cat is in on this. It talks to her. Perhaps empty out the middle and fill it with a cat-like creature. Give the cat a role. Avoid alien because that’s like the up and down stuff. Pulling and scratching at the obvious. Maybe it is the obvious, so the drive to obscure is, likewise, inevitable. Take away the subject, the aim, the ambition of the idea, and allow the clarity to take the stage. Then the fuzziness will be there only because it’s being ignored. Its presence will become the menace. This feels familiar. How-on-earth…

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