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.
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.
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,