We are strangers to our words; ghosts hovering above texts in the attempt to create and change meaning. The meanings that escape us are never gone, but instead float in and around us. We live in a world of meaning, where one thing is never the same through different eyes, different angles, different moments. But it doesn't mean we stop. We cannot stop meaning, so we must participate in the creation, no matter how varied it is, of meanings.
Write.
read my mind
Got a Craving?
