Reminders

I can not hate them, the others that I am connected to, as they stand still in darkness of time. This long line that I am in is drawn from the motion of others. It makes us bend in together like next/nest. It draws us out like tubes. Miles upon miles apart, we are drawn through these motions, into new commitments. I sense the displacement of others bodies in scenes upon the water, where squares of yellowy grass lie, where dimly we seek and seek. I wag the sea for something. It is so grey. I have a sense of H.D. in letters I am writing on airplanes. This sense is suffering way out on the water. It is in Paris and on the countryside. There are letters and letters to describe the mossy borders, their clothes and hats, the little strips of birds peeling away from the schoolyard. I am trying to give as much as I take in a sense. Diagonal, I, when up to my head in yellow grass today. When on a board on the sea. Sound of screaming in your ear, huh. My face's feeling when you were backwards, so young and white, it was like moving across a board on the sea. Dots and dotsof birds on your back.

saddest movie ever

ben: empire of the sun (separation, concentration, betrayal)
jessica: shildler's list, english patient
josh: blue
paul: balthazar