2 seconds on a Monday
Friday 23 April 2004, 11:17pm (?); I think the body can withstand an incredible amount of savage violence committed on its surface.
Sunday 25 April 2004, 9:29pm; Can the body's surface be touched absolutely everywhere? 9:31pm; Time becomes crucial and irrelevant in recounting an experience of the body.
Saturday 1 May 2004, 9:30am; Violence is necessary.
Friday 7 May 2004, 5:49am; The smell of wharves, docks and ships is different early in the morning and late at night. These are times of the day that can still smell like leaving. 5:53am; I feel now almost in the same state as then.
Monday 10 May 2004, 4:09pm; I look right my mum is unconscious. I look left an ambulance man. Short black hair. I look down, my ankle is crushed into the car. Not so long ago.
Thursday 10 June 2004, 3:33pm; I didn't have the thought that it was too long to stand there. 5:23pm; Did you know that butterflies breathe through diffusion? The air simple finds its way into the body.
Monday 14 June 2004, 6:45pm; We have a compulsion to fill it, so then we can discuss how little we have to spare. 7:00pm; They flee time. Addicted to the sense of no time so they cannot remember -- cannot feel the weight of time, and, undoubtedly, the atrocities (comes to mind) they committed throughout and upon time.
Tuesday 15 June 2004, 2:44pm; Overall I felt like I understood it. 3:00pm; Standing on one leg, sinking exactly into that hip. 3:16pm; I am looking back at the last 15 minutes wondering if I can ever feel that again. 3:18pm; Pure stillness with a compulsion to move.
Thursday 17 June 2004, 4:18pm; A minute with a false beginning.
Monday 21 June 2004, 10:33am; Certain conditions may cause the skin-self border to rupture. 10:35am; Skin cutting might be thought to open a portal. 12:00pm; How long between each attack? How many at one time? 2:02pm; The garden of earthly delights. 2:38pm; I cut your kidney. I shatter your ribs. I eat your heart. 4:21pm; I have noticed that over time I have accumulated spots and I spend a moment wanting you to know that. Swoop down. 11 seconds. Certain conditions may cause the skin-self border to rupture. There is three and a half minutes to go. I lay down to consider it. More like a deep-squat-all-the-time-in-the-world sort of ecstacy. The time is 4:21pm, 22 June 2004. There is four seconds to go.
Monday 5 July 2004, 9: 45am; I notice your absence, keep changing my mind about whether I like it or not. It passes quickly.
Sunday 11 July 2004, 11.24am; Here you are, this is you.