Tuesday February 27 2024

Here is writing being written.
There is. A period. And it can go wherever it does go. It will certainly go somewhere.
It is often it. Sometimes not. Again. And just as often. To be known. Used to be a thing. Anyone would want it.
Now though. It’s too easy and impossible. Exhausting.
So you know what that means then. Right. It can be fascinating when you do not know the way. The where that it is going. To be going. Is going. There to follow and not know it. Now we do not.
Now more. We are wanting to. Not be knowing it.
So easy to be known. It’s too easy really.
Where a period should go. Is where it goes. And the next one. Sentence. It is not to be so known. And be guessed at. Right?
Not so easy. Not so easily. But still easy. Still though easy. To go along with it. To follow.
You can go along with it. It’s a way now. Right?
Of it being it. To know. Be known. Without even saying it. To be known. Not too much.
There’s a comfort in it. To depend on it. There’s a comfort there in that. Now. There is. To be known for that. Knowing you are known not known at once. Not too much. So familiar. Not known.
A little mystery. Correct?
Just knowing you won’t go there. You are known. Not known. Familiar. Like family. There. On familiar ground.
You always cover the same ground. Not exactly the same. Like a fly in a jar.
The same way. But not exact. Not exactly. The same. Familiar. But not known. Not completely known.
Not yet done. With. It. You know? Not yet done with it. Not with them. Not with him or her.
The little babies. And of course the room. Sure.
It’s all over. Really. They say it is. All over it. The place. Like a fly. In a jar.