summer breeze makes me feel fine
blowin through the graveyard in my miiiiiiiiiiiind ...
posted by grim mistress at 12:06 PM
Saturday, April 15, 2006
blowin through the graveyard in my miiiiiiiiiiiind ...
About Me
- Name: grim mistress
- Location: melancholia
The easy possibility of letter-writing must--seen merely theoretically--have brought into the world a terrible disintegration of souls. It is, in fact, an intercourse with ghosts, and not only with the ghost of the recipient but also with one's own ghost which develops between the lines of the letter one is writing and even more so in a series of letters where one letter corroborates the other and can refer to it as a witness. How on earth did anyone get the idea that people can communicate with one another by letter! Writing letters means to denude oneself before the ghosts, something for which they greedily wait. Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts. It is on this ample nourishment that they multiply so enormously. Humanity senses this and fights against it and in order to eliminate as far as possible the ghostly element between people and to create a natural communication, the peace of souls, it has invented the railway, the motor car, the aeroplane. But it's no longer any good, these are evidently inventions being made at the moment of crashing. The ghosts won't starve, but we will perish.
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