Tuesday, October 27, 2020

masked & anonymous

Anonymity as aphrodisiac. Not just not knowing the names, but no name for this territory, this wilderness, this nowhere they were drilling deeper into. Its fierce furtiveness. Astonishing forbiddenness. The anonymity fueling the excitement, as if in a conspiracy to fend off all accounting, all reckoning. Reckless danger. And yet the leaden security blanket of absent nomenclature, nameless outlaws, on the run. No name title category definition classification taxonomy to hold onto or to let go of.

But what of the naked call in the night, the step before the cliff, the whispered secret? To whom is it addressed? 

Return to sender?

Masked marauders.

Feral pilgrims with no destination, no map, no names.


Words, and Then Some

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