Denim, and other legends
Tapeless, paperless, I write on solid state support. Not for the convenience, but out of mistrust: organic lacks consistency.
So much for the result.
I have been away, to search for the cause. I return to find it is never far from a weft placed artfully around a sweating flesh. Imperfect, porous and absorbing.
We may use cold, ground glass to aid vision, but our subject must always be dust and dirt.
I write on solid state support. But the movements that catch my eye are not the clockwork it would be pointless to describe. Once freed, life flows where it will.
I have been away. On my return, I find the rough shell of fabric hanging near the door. Beside it, a tinier version - but hanging with the same gravity.
Large is leading. And despite the friction, little princess is learning. When times are ripe, she's going to take on the world...
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