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I Have Become Interested In Languages Which I Cannot Make Up, Which I Cannot Create Or Even Create In: I Have Become Interested In Languages Which I Can Only Come Up Upon (as I Disappear), A Pirate Upon Buried Treasure. The Dreamer, The Dreaming, The Dream. I Call These Languages, Languages Of The Body.

Pain Is The World. I Don't Have Anywhere To Run.

I'm No Longer A Child And I Still Want To Be, To Live With The Pirates. Because I Want To Live Forever In Wonder. The Difference Between Me As A Child And Me As An Adult Is This And Only This: When I Was A Child, I Longed To Travel Into, To Live In Wonder. Now, I Know, As Much As I Can Know Anything, That To Travel Into Wonder Is To Be Wonder. So It Matters Little Whether I Travel By Plane, By Rowboat, Or By Book. Or, By Dream. I Do Not See, For There Is No I To See. That Is What The Pirates Know. There Is Only Seeing And, In Order To Go To See, One Must Be A Pirate.

Photo © Michel Delsol

I Am A Limitless Series Of Natural Disasters And All Of These Disasters Have Been Unnaturally Repressed.