Today, I tried chewing a mouthful of sand. It was grainy and gritty and it felt kind of like… bran. Like a mouth full of, no overflowing compressed, condensed flakes, broken down into.. A little bit trickled out of my nose.
Yesterday, I hit Ctrl-S on my keyboard 573 times. Do you understand why the S key now is so smooth, with great, clear skin? If you just keep stroking it, the rough will ease away.
Tomorrow I will put on my cool face. It’s wood on canvas with silver and weighs a fucking ton but it works better than an emoticon at conveying my deep sea emotions.
You see, I’m in training for a marathon. The kind that Holmes would like. A race of mental discipline, skilled voice and precision of action.
If, I take out my eyes (for they distract me), my right ear and left ear whisper different thoughts, I abrade my skin to avoid false sensation… what then, is left to explore?