from: nevin
title: search
form: text; e-mail letter

A hunger and loneliness coming out of the confusion of non-refined syllables where the spirit meets the body, the thought meets the language... A shout of self-searching in existence where nothingness and abundance are experienced at the same time...A void and sadness about one's self... A small syllable one knows to be at the tip of his/her tongue... a light needed to select the knowledge which one knows to be the reason of definitions... a need of reflections other than one's being in order to give birth...Mirrors are needful for you...

Among the endless possibilities of the chaotic existence, the selection of selectable things is as much true and just as the flatness of making peace with them...Is it just to assign the notion of justice to 'that phenomenon' which we keep outside our mind and inside our dreams by giving a clear pureness quality to it, motivated by that ancient impetus of belonging to the main event, just like a sperm hastily going for the ovum; or is it just for me to describe you, who open the doors you have without action, who presents your data with expectations but without conditions, that way?..

People overlook certain details due to distraction arising from their exuberance and impatient waiting, and those details cause them to mistake prose for verse, to mistake transmissions re-sent due to technological faults for repeat; so is it possible to have justice in an existence where emotions and motions are so active?

It will be painful for me to go back to my starting point...