| jan 24, 04 Crick in the neck and a straight world... The world appears rather delicatley poised on the brink when viewed from a certain angular crick in the neck. These days when i wake up with an inclined neck, i look at the outside world from a peculiar plane. This painfully planar view allows me to look at only one aspect of what I see, but i see it very clearly--one linear, intent gaze that cuts through all the dust and haze and shows earthlings waiting to fall off the edge. I see various species crawling to their holes or out of them. I see their ugly scales and skins moving along the dirt road. My neck aches , so I stop looking, but it seems I can't help it. My eyes are forced to stay fixed in one direction at a time. The gaze becomes more intense. I see various species wailing, panting, mourning and singing dirges. My eyes hurt. Kidding. Feeble attempts at contrived abstraction. I do not see myself falling. |