Monday, June 10, 2013

Crowds (II). De-void



I was thinking to sit on the floor while she was reading, to rest for a while and listen to the music leaking out of her computer. Some sort of old music I used to listen when I was in high-school. But I continued to stand up near the bookshelves, looking at the old shabby roofs in the neighborhood, buried into dust and noise. She kept reading attentively then raised her head and said calmly: you tend to push all the pronouns out of the sentence. As if you are pushing people away. That’s really interesting. You bring aloofness to a new level. A very subtle level. You tend to omit “you” and “me” is altered to “be”.  A nice Freudian slip I might say. I didn’t even notice. As many other things that probably I have never noticed. In a world of so many vocalized “me” I’m taking glimpses into the islands of an equivocal resort to the self. Thus, the two structures collide in a game between implicit me and unspoken you, contextually diffused. It’s the quadrant mingling into the core.
I remembered the words I was told “do you remember the song it was played back then, because I guess it might be the key of the whole story”. I was looking at him completely unaware of the importance of the message. “I don’t. I guess it was the second or third song in the set list”. “Find out”. And I did. That feline should have had some feathers armoring its slim hazy body. The angel of love was upon me. In the end I don’t know for sure what song was playing back then, how people were breathing or how the sound was crawling on their skins. But I know how my mind felt it and I would tell you about these things.
 

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