writing to know, knowing thru being, being for writing... this is me, writing about the one thing i know, which is myself... and even that is sometimes a mystery...

Thursday, October 20, 2005

memory erasure

i have this memory of trying to erase/make invisible a black mark on my mother's chrome office door knob by covering it with layers and layers of clear/white scotch tape.

i wonder why i remember this one instant of my life so clearly.

perhaps because i sensed/intuited/learned that what i was doing didn't make sense, that it wouldn't work.

because water is clear, not white.

and "white" people are not the color of computer paper.

and you cannot capture nothing and everything with a flawless pencil line.

and it's funny how, when you're young, clear = white = understanding.


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