esoterica

still in india...

just noticed a tanline on my ring finger from my mizrab... we perfected hedonism last weekend in goa. chambas, team. kiti sunduray. arabian sea, you are boyant. sticky black friends, thank you for four perpetual days.

everything has become esoteric.
and i've become quieter.

regarding a timeframe in weeks: i'll have nothing to say to the masses in two regarding my entire twenty-one. i've been contemplating my responses to interrogation for about eighteen, and in the past six or seven i've decided it will take another fifty or sixty to formulate the respectable blanket statement my answer demands... given the previous discussion on esoterics.

aron put it best in an e-mail a couple of weeks ago when he said: 

"I thought, for a while, that I wouldn’t really be interested in your stories (cold cold cold). Not because they wouldn’t be interesting or filled with something important or, at the very least, memorable, but because these stories would be at least once-removed and retold months after their occurrence. And how can I connect with that? How could I even begin to understand how it felt or looked like or smelled or was, really, without experiencing the moment in context? I couldn’t and I won’t, when you tell them to me. It’s like telling someone the dream you had last night, and it might as well be a dream to me. And, after all, trying to convert experience into words, especially orally, seems so ineffective and incomplete and I don’t want the experience distilled for me. But I’m just now realizing that despite my inability to fully understand what it is you’re going through, I need to hear about where you’ve been and what you’ve seen and done and heard and felt and become. To understand real human experience, or something. It doesn’t all really make much sense to me. I’m still piecing it all together.

I'm still piecing it all together..."


I'm just dreaming about that sweater...