is that why i do it, silently slip away to start again in my mind, in the dark, in the new space and time without a word to anyone... is it to see if anyone is paying attention... is it a way to shirk or avoid the responsibility of a final committment to person, place, or thing or personality... who am i, after all... am i simply seeking a privacy that is absent elsewhere... is it a way to try to re-create myself once again... are these questions and if they are, or whatever they are, as words here and now, or then whenever, are they related, connected, ubiquitous, or something else again...
perhaps, as the title poses, it's all for the love of obscurity...
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
for the love of obscurity
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