I’m guilty due to my senses, because wherever I go, they follow. even during my moments of immobility they sit silently and contemplate existence, never fearing epistemological breakdowns. I’m guilty because war turns our gentle, timid nature into a gruesome one, or multiple grotesques. or is this landscape fabricated, and there has always been war and no gentleness?
to accept guilt is to create and reside in a nightmare, and when nightmares become reality they never truly exist as real,nor do we for that matter. there’s always an air of surrealism to nightmares —- they are anti-logic, anti-art, anti-sense. nightmares are pre-reason, perhaps.
nightmares have been my company forever...they might be the results of after-reason sometimes! I mean, if our thoughts shape our unconscious then what we let frighten us will come back to us in our nightmares.
ReplyDeletei think we have to be wary of nightmares that become reality and ensure they do not consume our lives. i think we have to remember that we only become guilty when we allow them continual existence or resuscitate them :s.
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