Telepathic Judas ~ blast3

Blast Processing

Corporate conformed to an equation: information X polysyllabic

words + tortured syntax =


anticipatory vibrations in the larynx,
History functioning at 7:30 in the morning

Virtual memories
Online deathscapes



And in the age of the telephone most communication became o evanescent, gone into thin air no matter how important or heartfelt. Think of all those people inside the World Trade Center saying goodbye by phone. If only, in the blizzard of paper that followed the collapse of the buildings, a letter had fallen from the sky for every family member and friend, something to hold on to, something to read and reread. Something real. Words on paper confer a kind of immortality. Wouldn't all of us love to have a journal, a memoir, a letter, from those we have loved and lost? Shouldn't all of us leave a bit of that behind?