April 30, 2011

an open letter to readers in the distant, distant future


this post has been deleted by me. 



but on my mind is still the same:  what are the artifacts of love?  what do we abandon, when we fall in love, and what do we retain, when it all falls apart?  what is left.  when.  what evidence is there of any of it. 

and:  in that indescribable, in either fall, what do we gain. 

this was not an autobiography, or at least not one autobiography.  this was the expression of that humanhuman  twist--ever around the finest of dynamic rods running between the additive and subtractive; between the acts of robbing and giving.  between the acts of holding on, and simple unfastening.

and this post has been deleted.  by me.   it's still a story, if you can read it.
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4 comments:

  1. AnonymousMay 2, 2011 at 11:18 AM

    incredibly moving, incredibly sad, the feelings of loss perfectly described, heartache

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  2. AnonymousMay 2, 2011 at 4:15 PM

    achingly stark

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  3. AnonymousMay 8, 2011 at 4:59 PM

    Movingly well written.
    Must discover some of the layers

    Joe

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  4. suzanneMay 8, 2011 at 5:14 PM

    anonymous, anonymous, and joe!

    thank you for taking the time to read & comment. it is gratifying that a piece was found to be moving--and well written!--and the comments validate me--in the writing, and in the need not only for communication, but for connection. thank you.

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