rabbit ears

ah, finally an opportunity to write (even if only a little). matches has been bouncing all over the place, what with colorado for the holidaze and moving as soon as he returned. there are a thousand thoughts smashing about in his head; who knows if there have already been too many collisions to salvage them. he wonders if these things, these singular moments in which a thought flickers inside of you for a moment, and the vanishes to who knows what corners of the universe...do these moments change you, if not perceptibly? he would like to think so. do you know those moments when you wake up after having a particularly vivid dream (the sort that completely distort space and time; when you have an entire day of dreaming in the real-time span of an hour or two), and you attempt to hold onto it? the daylight and routine gradually pry their ways, forcibly, into your mind. you end up with a fine dream powder, traces of feelings and sensations here and there, maybe an image fastened, button-like, in your memory. an intense and colorful experience, reduced to the rubble of its former grandeur. even so, do you think that it changes you, perhaps in ways that your cognition may not even be aware of? do you think that it trickles out into your day in some way? can you find that spring in the rock; can you force trepidation, ripping of the barriers? can you coax its delicacy into a cascading river, which will sweep the half-truths of the real world away with its passing?

can you tell matches, truthfully, that you have never hallucinated? set substances aside; displace them from your experience catalogue. close your eyes. wait.
*did you see that?*
*what?*
*that! there!*
oh, that. we usually don't think about that. what is it inside of our minds that needs to fabricate a story? what is that thing that must clothespin images onto our streaming thoughts? must they be swathed thusly, swashbucklingly, pinned and needled into our ideas? may we parry? or are our thoughts a constant tattoo, being laced into what we see? what else could be said? the mind is parched, ravenous, it buries itself into anything that you can throw it; fighting, almost trying to prove something. give it a subtlety, a suggestion, and it will devour, process, recognize, negotiate, pioneer; create a map of it all and entrench your senses anywhere that it finds loose dirt. you think that you have your mind bridled. matches' tends to toy with him; to run him in where's-waldo-esque loops and make him locate the tiny items in the picture that have changed since we last left our hero.
what is the point?

that thought flew off the handle. it will take some of that, in any process of sorting out...and there is currently plenty to sort~ the trick is to tune in, instead of out.