Danial's

Echo-Logy

A weblog: the star-shaped thing amongst galaxies of weblogs shimmering away in harmony what seems at every moment to be the last shimmers of Time. Stars: the things that make the onlooker feel guarded, enclosed, held in and up. Yours: the intelligent being's Timeless form. Left space to wander tangentially and away from a centre. Your unique orbit. Passing by in some flying capsule, and wryly resorting to the half-forgotten habit of looking out of the corners of a semblance of an eye (on windows next), there can be detected this thing from the past (the past, is it, or is it a gossamer, a Timeless form), shimmering in complete amnesia, sending one last (forever last) message. The tiny roads, geometry surrendering around the edges to contour, the possibility of triangulation and grid, size mattering no longer, those last shimmers of a thing that's always been imploding, breaking out, showing off its vacuous eye, that dreadful, whimsical wink called Truth, … your eye is a deposit of you that will break out of the capsule yet, will ooze out and form a web, a web-log, a surplus to fly back down, down, right down to an angular thing, a seagull, a lover of ocean green smells and blood red blossoms. Welcome back! You never really left, just replaced one signifier for another; this is all you ever did! Echo "me"! Let's keep to the rules of the weblog: maintain the style and take it one step further! Close the window now, since the surface will suffice! There's meaning in repetition, as there is a revolution in every regrounding. In this way are we all held in and up, enclosed, guarded, loved. (I'm deliriously in love with you.)

posted by Danial @ 13:34