Critical, creative and digital writingEcriture critique, créative et numérique

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15 11 2013  

Monological disease

My solipsist world is silent. The space around, Usually a friend I talk to, Here and now is Empty of dialogue. These days my verbal flights Keep to themselves, Monoglossic in their solitude And intention. I feel like I plagiarise Myself By voicing the same feelings Again, And again, And again. And yet what can I say, What can I write, But the flows of thoughts That traverse me And constitute the fabric Of my very Being? Is it enough, I wonder? Is it enough to speak your mind? Or should I transcend The emptiness and silence, And escape into the CrowdednessOfLies? Answer me! Answer me, I beseech you! I conjure you! Enter my existence, Materialise into immanence And relieve me Of this monological Disease, this nightmare Of a life!