Traditions: homely,passive yet hard; honed. They reel on you soporific hypnotic indulgent...Now i know why people study writing. I've lost the hang of it. or maybe I've realised finally to the relieved sigh anyone concerned that i never had the hang of it. Then there was that story that lingered on my lips and was told repetitively with gusto and lasvicious pride.I barely remember it not and will uncoil it for half it's worth or less getting back to square one.I've decided that Kamila shamsie is a very fluid writer and worth all the kudos she's gotten and gets.
Unlike myself, there's no nervous superflous dredge of words summing up into a wet lumpy half-statue ridiculed by most who see it.
I'm giving myself too much credit I know.
i mean if I really thought I stank that much, would I be here. as a matter of fact yes i would and I am , define 'here' as something oter than where I am. My 'here' is different from your 'here' but somehow as you read this we're here together, a third 'here' that binds us. There are so many 'here's where I physically am :defence karachi pakistan.(I 'could' get more specific) then there's 'the where i ended up' here, who/what I've become or have come to do.
Who have I become?
what do i do?
so many questions unanswered consumed accumalted in that one 'here'
and 'here we are' , we share this.
here I wasted your time and you got to this 'here' line,you're still here..
oh yes you are
right here with me.
glad to know of it
good to hear the sound of that.
Where 'sound' isn't the actual audible being of sound but sound in a subtle imaginary yet unimaginary sense , in the sense of 'I hear you' i get wy you're still here , I sese that you are and i'm loving it.
'hope u aren't getting a headache.
"People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence'
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