A Stream Under Maybay Moon
By ice rivers
Right now, at this very instant, I am writing in the stream of consciousness. Writing in the stream is a telepathic method of telling you what I've done, what I'm doing or what I will do.
Writing is telepathy because I'm looking at the card whose suit you are trying to guess. The card is in my mind. I'm trying to move the card from my mind to your mind without telling you explicitly what the card is so you can use your telepathy to guess the suit. Telling you the suit of the card too early is cheating. ( I saw a description of The Wolfman that read "Man bitten grows hair and snout")
I feel young when I tell you what I'm doing.
I feel old when I tell you what I've done.
I feel like a fool when I tell you what I'm going to do.
Telling you what I'm going to do is either making a promise or telling a lie. A promise is like a full moon. If my promise is not kept, it diminishes night by night. I don't tell you in advance how many more times I will write or what I will write about because I don't mean to fail you. These little gems are the small presents that enable me to refrain from making big promises which only make Godzilla giggle.
I'm as surprised as you are at the suit of every card that I draw.
I'm amused and amazed at this card in mind right now.
Guess the suit
Earlier in the day, someone asked me about why, to whom and how often I write. I was/am uncomfortable answering any of those questions. I had/have the feeling that each answer would interfere with further invention.
Perhaps knowing why I write would be scratchiing the itch that would make the itch disappear. I don't want that.
Perhaps identifying to whom I am writing would be put too specific a face on my readers, a face whose frown might freeze my fingers.
Perhaps I could tell how much I've written but that always makes me feel like an obsessive. As far as how often I write, well, I carry this goat voluntarily. The load fits my shoulders. I don't want to end up carrying the cow.
The shortest answer is doing the thing.
Right niw, I'm thrilled to be writing. I'm happy to be alive. I'm thankful that once again you are reading and that our minds are reaching out for one another. I might write again tomorrow. I might not. Anyhing can happen and there are a million reasons for everything that does.
I never feel secure so maybe I'll be safe.
The suit in this stream is hearts but you've probably guessed that already.