Is it possible to feel connected to the inanimate? To experience the pull of spaces inhabited by irrational & unintelligent particles, assembled in such a way as to prove useful?
Whether vice or virtue, is it conceivable that a bleeding, pumping human frame can become close to negative spaces? To shiny objects? To amulets of gleaming distraction?
Can there be intimacy without sex? Can there be familiarity without entwining? Can there exist a state of admiration between pursuer and stand-still, among predator and captured?
Could there live, in the midst of solitary anthropomorphic idols, a societal understanding between the Thinking and Unthinking?
Can things tug at a person? Can opposite genders / mentalities / species / definitions cohabit in appreciative states without obsession?
Are we all doomed to love the Unreciprocated?
4 comments:
You need to do something with that talent..you need to get out of of that small town and get yourself RECOGNIZED!!
jarad loves lamp!
michelle is wise, although perhaps it can be done from where you are - the internet is a powerful tool
very nice ... reminds me of 12th grade existential classes :)
I would say appreciate - not love.
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