Resonance

My body tells me things I cannot say aloud in simple terms. The slight tightness of the jaw, the jitters in my stomach and feet—wait, I took a caffeine pill this morning. How could I forget? I made such a decision, and forgot about it til I started writing. This is the power of my mind, the ghost living in the machine far beyond my own comprehension.

My brain is the external world. I forget, so I must repeat. History is a cycle of losing and finding.

Listening to music helped to unlock the many things I took for granted. Example: I forgot except on paper the way that music is a literal language, complete with grammar and culture. This was transparent to me, as much as the accent of an American is a pane of glass.