Letter to an IC, pt. 1: Post-Script

P.S. –

I realize I kind of sounded like a jerk. What with all that humble talk that wasn’t actually humble. Don’t think that it’s because I don’t like you, or want to be near you. I just don’t know where you are.

Recently, I believe myself to be in the midst of an epistemological crisis. That is, I’m aware of what I know, but that seems to be as far as it goes. I can’t apply that knowledge. Sometimes, I wonder if awareness is a trap–that so many lights go off that you go blind, or at least see dark smudges in front of the objects and places you desire most.

So, basically, it means that it’s probably not a matter of you not being there, but that I’ve created dissonance that I first thought would lead to transcendence, but now it’s just making me see spots.

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About bp

I'm writing a book. It's called, Wake, Sleeper. My writing revolves around this idea of art: attempts to recover what is lost.
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