Responses to Abhay

[Brenton]

1. What is the sound of water that walks, the look of water that talks?
   When water walks, we are silent. Watching a waterfall detach from its source is always a reason to stop, to question one's motives, to reconsider the current trajectory. I walk around with a hole in the top of my head, waiting to be filled, a procrastination of contentment. I've thrown responsibility about as far as I can, while still keeping my spine vertical.
   
   Sometimes I watch myself in the mirror, ashamed of the asymmetries, fascinated and repulsed by each twitch of muscle, of hair, the shapeliness of bone. When someone loves you, you think, "I've fooled them," and you keep thinking it, until slowly you forget to make the observation and you also stop seeing. Moments in mirrors are solo moments, even if you're with someone.
2. If you were a bamboo-worm (I don't know if there is such a thing) what would you see, who would you visit?
   I would look for stars, here in my secret place. My personal flute, rising to heaven. The thing about bamboo: it's hard to turn around, so you just keep going.
3. What has the alley seen, what has the alley yet to see?
   It's seen a lot of plastic, a lot of tubing, many people throwing off watches, sometimes throwing off clothes. The alley is waiting for its moment, catalyzed by 3 people bringing their attention, their care, and 200 others. We will do our best to be your voice and to translate for the masses, from whom we come.

[abhay ghiara]

Why does your writing move me to tears? I have never been there in that bamboo with you but I have heard stories, I have seen digitized images showing a growing cancer, that phenomenal growth that they all talk about. You want it to stop when your own brother turns into a bamboo.

Then I have an option. Do I stay here on my digitized fictional universe of relatives or do I drop the pretense get the fuck off of ning and really I mean really honestly try to become like you. All I can do it be a node and hope to tell the world the story (now my story).