On Blurring

You should be cautious about knowing who I am. It irks me. To be known. It's fucking impolite. To think you know someone. As if a someone is just so. "I know you!" Oh do you now? How about now?

You should be wary of names and photographs. They are liars. They freeze what wants to melt.

I have stared long into mirrors. I don't know me. Why should you? I don't pound out letters to find myself. Let's burn that fucker down. I am not some butterfly pinned to a science project.

How do you get from moment to moment? Focus now. Shit. You missed it. You have to watch. Have you ever watched yourself from here to there? Focus hard enough and things get blurry.

A self is a product of blurred distinctions. But what of that blur? That's where it's at. You think you're some thing but you're not. You're a bomb.

Relax. I will lighten up. There will be more jokes. Laughter is the best kind of melting.