like Kay with ice shards

[asakiyume]

I keep turning the water writing over in my mind; I feel like Kay with ice shards. I think about how the wires are continuous strands, but their reflection in the water is in pieces--how the thing that looks like it holds meaning is this gorgeous tangle of fragments, how the tantalizing hint of meaning is there precisely because of the brokenness. And maybe it's significant, or maybe it's not, that the medium that causes this is water, which is always whole. My mind is endlessly voluble on this subject, it plays with these ideas and concepts and just keeps talking talking, but it's not saying anything very intelligible.

(You know what says something very, very intelligible, meaningful, and moving about language and words--among other things? The Drowning Shore, which sovay pointed to in this entry.)

Tangentially related: Wakanomori and I encountered another abandoned chair when he took me for a walk beneath those same power lines on Sunday.



So of course I had to sit in it.



Not with too much weight, though. It was pretty rickety.