anything/everything

words seem so close to me, so real to me online, in text. I’m beaming myself onto screens with pixels that brim with an eloquence that becomes foreign even as I realize them on the digital page (re: Tumblr drafts). This broken displacement of the self, half amorphous fantasy, half haphazard order, plays out in two steps, constantly in conversation with itself – echoing its static code to a decoder played as the code itself. It’s within this recording of codes deciphering themselves that eloquence arises, born of the process but separate.

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