What I am thinking.
what am i thinking?
Little solo tasks are some of my favorite. I can do them and release my mind to wander freely as I do. Vacuuming, doing woodwork, cooking - they're mental doorways into other worlds. This poem was born from one of those little solo tasks. It may seem like I'm preparing dinner, but in fact, I'm far, far away.
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This topic is nonsense, but I can't stop thinking about it. Most of the things I can't stop thinking about turn out to be nonsense at some point. It seems to be a matter of when, in the lifetime of the thought, I realize its nonsensical nature. Thoughts, when dwelled upon insularly over long periods, become like words too long-considered. They lose their form, slowly becoming foreign. Saying the word "dark" for an entire day and thinking through its letters and phonemes, will eventually leave you with no attachment to its meaning whatsoever. It will feel strange in your mouth. It will fly in the face of your educated mind, leaving you to question yourself.
But you don't have to go so far with this topic. It's nonsense in the immediate. Here's some slapdash prose: |
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