sydney scribblings: my mother's lost friend

"

 what do I do with this?
                                     no-one taught me about this one..

I like that 

your over

is under. 

so you contradicted 

yourself 

TWICE. 

is it still a 

contradiction? 

things we gift to others

                         we'd usually keep for ourselves..

you should

write

                  that down! 

SUPRISE HAZELNUT!!!

on grey 

sunday 

sydney

me

+

photographer  

I like 

arrows 

but I 

don't 

know 

why. I

guess

it's because

they're going somewhere

and that's what

I wanna do.

"MY MOTHER'S LOST FRIEND"   7/2/10

did this page exist before the words formed on it??

do these words exist if they can be erased??

does this pencil exist

                    if all the lead can be used up

and all the wood sharpened away??

does this page exist if it can be torn out

burned, shredded, eaten

does the hand which makes these markings exist

if one day it will be turned back into the earth

born of its own defecation

returning to from where it came

one day, in finding our own ends

we will discover the beginnings of each other

(what happens when the pencil goes blunt?)

they're 

going

somewhere

"