Night, a lit candle, a shrouded typewriter. Typewriter is a ghost. Dim flicker of flame, muted clicking of typing, hands like ghosts. Typewriter an apparition beneath hands. Flicker of voice through muted clicking. Apparition of words beneath shroud. Dim flame of speech, ghost machine, hands an incantation. Words an invented ether to explain this invocation through the substance of distance and time.
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I made this explanation, this shroud of words and I shouldn’t. It would have been better to leave the actions unexplained, inscrutable, shrouded.
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And now I’ve intruded again speaking to my speaking, an intervention. Of course, this is a further intervention. I’d like to say haunting. Meaning is a haunting, or perhaps actions are the haunting.
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I recur. I appear again, each word intervening. Clanging with metaphor. I should consider the coloquial “to ghost.” Should remain silent. A presence not of this time or place, but mere potential.
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Again, an explanation.