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When you try to think about which finger you use least (if you have any at all, in which case the following might or might not be a bit more obscure to you than to the able-bodied person that I to my knowledge am) by thinking of mentally tracking one fingers movements in one or both hands at a time. You might notice that the quality of the signal the brain gets – or the resolution of instructions increases or decreases between the dominant and non-dominant hand to an individual degree. [Because less used or non-existing pathways are being tried to access. The brains input gets scrambled, resulting in a fuzzy signal/ imprecise movements. Which in turn gives feedback to the brain which is still trying to enforce the original movement. Guided by visual and/or haptic information corrective measures might be applied to no avail. Movements stay imprecise. By brute-forcing the movement input a large enough amount of times, the road gets paved bit by bit. Once more leading to an increased resolution.
– A thought.
It still feels like throwing glass against the wall hoping it will fall
Now sand runs through my fingers
[accepting defeat is the only way to preserve sanity]
No one taught me how to blow glass
without it I will continue to drown
Looking upwards to you, my beloved
Afraid to forget the thought of you
Sitting on the floor sunshine through the kitchen window
Clouds flowing by is what I remember
Recent combination of letters my brain came up with:
- A suggestion of safety as the beginning of horror
- Well fed – malnourished; is sometimes a-okay
- The little eternity that is hold in boredom
- And suddenly you were in places you weren’t supposed to be
- Language is the OS of the brain
- (personality-)development via subtraction – gives you some good results along the way but it is getting less
- Lines dividing blue
- A good relationship should age like a good apple
- The fantasy of comfort I wish[ed] to see with you, can still be remembered. [On one hand I find myself cherishing you for that, but on the other hand one could dig the worlds deepest hole. You get a lot of nothing, but you know precisely where it is. Optimistically said nice to have but probably not worth much in the long run.]
- Your fate is locked in twine with mine. I see your youngest dying and your oldest holding on. The strength to save you has not yet been granted upon me. I can see an image clear as day where I shall walk thee to thine ascension. But that day is not today