Thursday, May 15, 2008

i mean what would you do otherwise
what would you say if you could express it
i mean maybe everything we say is meaningless
and the only real sentiments we have are unexpressable
maybe we can just blink at each other for hours
but not blinking,
smiling too from the inside.

maybe we could be friends
maybe we could hold hands
maybe you and i could talk a bunch of meaningless bullshit
and really get to know one another
and hold hands
and love one another

and come on meaning
come on meaning

you know?

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

"excuse me miss, are you indian?"
no, i'm not.
"can i ask you what your background is?"
i'm sicilian.
"syrian! how wonderful."
"yes, my ex-girlfriend was iranian and you look just like her."
"she's syrian mate."
"syrian! of course."
no, i'm SICILIAN
S-I-C-I-L-I-A-N
"oh right, sicilian! i've been to sicily. its lovely there."
isn't it? good for you.
"have you grown up all your life here in toronto?"
yes.
"alright then, have a good night!"

----

"huh. sicilian."
reconnecting convoluted childhood memories with the present
the future is not only impossible but illusory, and imaginative.


constantly creating concreteness

?