He sold me this book, which we read while sitting outside a cafe,
the same sentence over and over again.
The prophet Judith Butler says “I have to be affected to say ‘I’ at all.”
‘I’ is a conversation between the world and the wanderer. The very thing we substitute for our most natural of names, implies the need for description, the need to be seen, the need to be heard, the need to be understood.
But come, listen children, listen close, I need to have been “affected”, I need to be influenced, to be moved to describe. I need to be seen already to want this description, to beg, to desire this knowledge of myself, to relate to another the feeling of what it means to be “me”. My description is because I already know what it is to describe, I need to be seen to want to be seen further, to describe myself.
My desire to describe is a desire to continue, a memory. Like the touch we crave only from remembering. Such beauty in so simple a letter, a mark on the page. A connection in a mere sound, a mere diphthong, making one of two disparate sounds.
“You cannot build the ancient world. It is now but an echo, and you must listen for its song.”
We inherit through touch. My skin received it, my feet feet tap it out when alone, or happy, or contented, or melancholy, as if the echoes of the past reverberate through a body, as they reverberate through a city, remembering itself, and bringing back life to old buildings, forgotten, but not abandoned.
We are legion.
Observation is my object.
Foundling Vibes 