poems,
video,
etc.
something
Rob, who
speaks...
maybe it has to be said by somebody else or it has to be said in a way that can’t be heard or understood
Something can happen to a person, and maybe it happens a lot, and maybe it happens in ways that aren’t at all obvious, something can happen where a person gets cut off and they can’t communicate or they can’t be communicated with at a certain kind of level, and it would be an act of great importance, great moral and spiritual significance, to be able to cross that barrier,
not simply to stand on the other side of this cut-offness,
but I’m not even saying it’s possible.
It can’t happen in real time, in real life, in the actual encounter between two people because if it could there wouldn’t be such a thing as loneliness. For loneliness to exist, of the kind I’m talking about, it must be impossible to be communicated like that.
It’s about finding or stumbling upon mysterious articulations on behalf of someone else, in some unreal space and time. Perhaps in such a way one person can remember and make sense of the unsayable loneliness and sadness of someone else.
And it’s too late
but still it’s something.
...this beautiful sunset, or I don’t know what it is, not even sunset
this darkening outside the windows