From ic_temp

17.49, Tuesday 24 Feb 2004

The past as a harbour, the tethers keeping each of us together being removed one by one.

Family as the only non-negotiable, non-negotiated ties we’ll ever have. We spend the rest of our lives attempting to build a band, a bubble of friends like that: to bridge us to the world, to bind us to the world, to understand us, to complement us, to define ourselves in relation to.

When those tethers go, you’re cast out just a little further, just a little closer to being on your own in the world. Does that mean on your own two feet? Does that mean alone?

I struggle with memory. What really happened, how did it change me, did I really know them. It doesn’t matter. You don’t question that tie any more than you question the sky, or gravity. Imagine the concept of liquidity being removed one day. The Alps.

You can’t go backwards. You can only follow the unfolding. We have to rise to life.

We align ourselves into Cooper Pairs to rise above the lattice, eventually. Perhaps the disappearing tethers is why. Then we become superhuman. Not needing to be tied. I hope that’s how it works.

When a Komodo Dragon is young it lives in trees. There’s one day, as the dragon grows, that is the last it ever climbs down. It’s too big to go back.