Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

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I had to describe myself as obtuse right after there was a moment of meta-surprise. Maybe I've just been especially quiet as of late as it regards to anything that isn't easy to explain in an excessively linear fashion so that it conforms to the demands of language. It isn't the way I think, but I suppose that organic growth that pertains to carbon instead of certification doesn't transcribe well. Let alone the nebulous sensations that sometimes grip me which don't even conform to complex rules that would belong better on plants than on paper. I think that is perhaps why many people are terrible communicators about how to explain how they feel, also burdened by the division between linearity and thought.

Memorable still works better than any other, a series of sloping lines that feel like they follow some underlying and easily recognised - but not identified - function, in the same way that fractals or a parabola do, but less abstract. I seem to walk softly around everyone I'm romantically intimate with these days. I could use some trite metaphor about wounds that need healing, but you get the idea without my bothering. I can feel the time tightening, much like I would imagine the dimentions above the third would feel if I imagine them in my mind. Not that one could conceive of dimentions curling in onto themselves and us perceiving their interaction in terms of forces, much like a bowling ball on a mattress, but it still evokes a certain feeling.

I'm feeling odd and disconnected. Up, down, up, down, a roller-coaster of instability brought about by success and lack, achievement and desire, caught between long-term and short-term, something that truly matters and the other that just throws me into disequilibrium.

Written On: Erin's Computer
Currently Listening: Johnny Cash - One (U2 cover) (song d/l)