Wednesday, February 14, 2007

 

From a postcard to R___ & J__ :

I guess that you too, my friends, have wondered what it is that happens to a man when he can no longer see himself and can no longer grasp himself with the inner hands that hold that part of us (which part, or what to call it, I know not) which flees those unfortunate others. 'How abominable it must be,' I once told myself, 'to watch as some portion divorces itself from the rest and to have not even the power to lift one of those inner hands to simply give a grievous final gesture of farewell.' Imagine, however, the converse. Imagine a man walking down the streets as some part of him steals away as if in the night by imperceptible increments not even granting him enough awareness of its departure to that irreparable dissolution of the psychic union (what seemed indubitably indestructible breaks apart here without the slightest tremor or convulsion, and within---who knows…days, even hours…perhaps even minutes? all is lost and a shell walks those streets).

signed, Neo

posted by Hog 10:31 PM