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July 21, 2005
taking a walk on the calm side.

you have to enter your forest at the darkest possible point
and maybe sometimes follow a path,
but not all the time, that would be boring.

Have you ever asked yourself who was the person who first walked up broadway?
Or was it a person at all?
Maybe it was an animal. My feeling is that is was an animal. It was the first one to walk up broadway, the first ticker tape parade was a flurry of leaves and needles.
There was some sort of chase involved.
(maybe a chicken ran after an egg?)

And then a person followed. Or maybe not yet. Maybe many animals followed broadway before it became a path also frequented by humans.
And of course much, much longer ago before it became broadway.
Have you ever made your own broadway?
Or …way. Or… any.way…

So a man enters a bar and orderes a drink. He then orders another drink.
Then another.
Beautiful people enter the bar.
The man has another drink.
He sings a beautiful song. (A new creation of unmatched beauty.)
The beautiful people acknowledge the beauty of the man’s voice.
The man celebrates his new found talent (has another drink.)
The beautiful people and the man, who by now is also incredibly beautiful, have a very deep and meaningful conversation about the rotten aspects of the world.
(Over another drink.)
The world spins…
(Drink)
…out of control.
The man throws up.
He hits the floor.
Outside of the bar.

So I guess it is not a floor anymore if it is outside of the bar.
That would be a street. The street could be broadway. (Let’s make it broadway, to make things seemingly make sense.)
Does the man hit the same broadway that was first walked on by an animal?
Is the man who hits broadway an animal?
Will there always be broadway?

And does this all matter at all?

Now, let’s think about canal street.
or…
mars.

Enter the forest at the darkest point.
Or whenever there is a darkest point, imagine that you are entering a forest.
(A finite arrangement of something.)

——and——

this is a very positive post. happy really. very.
I am not the vomiting man. okay?
(just making sure.)

Comments

keep wriin...h20 spilled n keybord no keys work...

http://www.infowars.com/articles/ps/ny_subway_riders_resigned_to_searches.htm

Posted by: Hey Yo, Witold, SPEAK UP! YOU of all people! SHOUT OUT!!! on July 23, 2005 01:53 AM

you would have never known, of course, but since it's been a few months that I periodically read your writes, i thought i'd say, at least, hello.
I don't have a blog, just drawers full of paper and napkins and coasters. I first found your site while searching for Moleskine sale points in London. Now I am in Rome but I did buy a Moleskin notepad in London, almost intimidating, it's perfect left blank. after a few wine stains i started to scribble words. Yes yes, who the hell am I? you must be saying...well, I enjoy reading your words, thats what matters, no? thank you.
Ciao
zeb

Posted by: zeb on July 25, 2005 05:20 AM

I was going to write something cool, but I'd rather read zeb's comment again.

Posted by: fin on July 28, 2005 10:07 AM

and now, hahaha, these faggots are trying to make us WANT to shoot women and children!

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2087-1724531,00.html

Dammit. Witold. Please. Use your talents for good and not evil. What the fuck is going on in my country? WOMEN AND CHILDREN. (shakes head.) If this isn't propaganda...

Posted by: on August 10, 2005 03:51 AM
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