the peaks and the folds

lush life, there goes your line. stretched out infinite or only until you fold. you are white, there is structure, there is abundance, what an easy life right! one day i found an open call to write, incredible opportunity it said, go on and tell us about yourself. now tell us why you should win, and we take you around the world and i thought who best to go than i who has been nowhere. a funny thought to think. a dud in a diamond light, cheap ass fake coat of promise, of course they would go for the familiar, a sunburnt nomad with a travel fund and a marketable audience. and of course the white glove.

this is the world. this is your world. abolish the currency, i always say, so we afford to live and roam. what better quality of light must we fall under, what electrifying breaths to breathe a pocket of air and another. there is no time but our motions, and as it is, there is no real time without steps to take. excuse me but i must mention by the way that i speak for myself, as for others time is real when money is made, and things like that, etcetera... now i must also confess that i have made a paradox out of myself, what with a ceaseless rejection for things that take time, but what does not take time? and so i have lost time, which if you remember i insist is not real and so i must speak of it no more.

the beings that we are, we are confined to within a century of exploration and mistakes, growing and aging - but towards what point in our lives? definitely not senility? - there must be an apex in our lifetime for which we grow, and from which we age. and when we are done and out we must then fold over. now i am thinking, how early does it come, or how late? has mine come and pass? that makes me shudder. must not be the case. what a sorry life i have lived so this cannot be it. how many apices must we have by the way, and are we able to fold many times over? what does it mean to fold, and what does it mean to fold many times over? here i am now talking about another thing that may not even be real, and so i must speak of it no more. until next time, because, here goes my line. stretched out until i _fold.