How we would be

We would wonder, we would hesitate, we would think about what words to use, and after, we would imagine having used different words, all the different ones we could have used. We would joke to impress, to show how witty we could be, we would laugh to show how we appreciate good humor and to encourage more conversation. We would talk and talk, we would not sleep, we would share, we would comfort, we would connect. We would be inviting without inviting, until the time to invite would come. We would want more, we would want to meet, we would meet. We would wonder, we would hesitate, we would meditate, we would finally come together, we would come together to learn, to learn of each other, learn of our selves and of each other's selves, and the having of a self which we share, we would bare the self, examine the self, examine each other in the spirit of examining the self, see ourselves in the reflection of each other, we would justify ourselves in lofty words, we would examine our justifications, we would lay them bare, we would accept them as mere justifications, we would accept ourselves for wanting what we want. We would read a book together to read each other to read ourselves, we would use the book as a prop, the book as an excuse to read each other. We would leave behind the selves we were before the book, before the moment. We would make a memory of a moment with a book, with ourselves being ourselves, learning, revealing, discovering. We would remember this moment, we would think about this memory, we would wish it were different, we would wish the memory would be better, we would wish we could relive the moment. We would start to forget what it was like, we would forget, we would think of other moments, we would forget again, we would live in other moments, we would remember, we would forget again.

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His Descent into Madness

At first, he started talking to himself. He was trying to talk to others around him, but since they didn’t appear to hear him he went on talking to himself. Then he tried to talk to them about talking to himself, but they still didn’t seem to hear him, so he talked to himself about talking to himself. Occasionally the others would hear him. Though they heard him talking to himself, a sense of propriety stopped them from indicating to him that they heard him, they didn’t want him to be embarrassed having been heard talking to himself. So they pretended not to hear him; and he, believing that they didn’t hear him, went on talking to himself though he had been trying to talk to them all along.

When a non-writer writes

I am not a writer. I am a non-writer who writes. Since I am a non-writer, any writing I do is a non-thing. Any time I spend writing, or reading to learn more writing, is time better spent “doing something”. If I were a writer, then time spent writing would be doing something, since the something I do would be writing.
Maybe if I become a writer, then time I spend reading, to learn more about writing, would still be time better spent doing something, like writing, since I would be a writer after all; I would be a writer so I would have to spend my time writing, not reading, since I wouldn’t be a reader, and reading wouldn’t be the something that I do.

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