Someone is writing.
Writing a long story never told. Never entire, always undone, elaborate and fabricated, once begun.
Tubes, nerves, roots and vessels. Pathways.
Encounters, experiences, events. Relations.
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Language is part of it. Emotion. Thought. A strange logic (situational ordering, a kind of management of complexity, sometimes called ‘chaos’).
A rhizome, a network, a knot.
There are inputs and outputs, sources/emissions, but never clean, nary discreet.
Recursive, redundant, asymmetrically reciprocal. Untold and untellable, it’s writing, written, writing on…
Over, through, attempting…beyond, become, a traversing or explore. An assay. Interactive. Emerging. To eventuate.
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Someone is writing for something to happen. To participate in occurrence, to entangle in becoming. To begin, continue, hoping toward an unknowable end. Writing.
Like loving, eating, dreaming, or survival – one of many ways.
Laughing, weeping, inventing, desiring,
to be…
Polysemic Stupor 
….Once I read in somewhere, there was a question, Does a writer write what is happening, or what happened, or does he/she write what he/she wants to be… Your writing in thoughts reminded me this… we live what we wrote, we write what we lived… Loved as always your post dear N Filbert, Thank you, love, nia
thank you Nia – all best to you this new year!