Childhood - Beach House
Nailsectomy,
This afternoon i come across a quote the length of an Old English yard that reads "...the distance from the king's nose to the tip of his outstretched hand. One stroke of a nail file on his middle finger erases human history." Can you imagine that the yard might still have its affect stemming from the nose of Henry I of England and how this contributes to the perpetual prolongation of the distance between us?
On another tip of the nail file there's a category that negates all impulses to categorize which is just a box filled with fingernails. When i was 13 i had a 15 year old boyfriend who collected nail clippings and stored them in a shoebox. At first i thought it odd but now i think it was just an expression of his innate will to collect bits of himself paired with some need for progression, which ultimately, leads towards death.
Did you know Eric Satie wore seven identical suits alternately for seven years and that I've been biting my nails since i was seven everyday of the week? If all this (existence in general) isn't an accident then perhaps we're addicted to accidents as a means to rescue us from some daily sense of chronology that makes up and takes up the space-time of one week which has me bloggin you again as its own way of re-(story) telling time which also might be working to invent the "future" in which "everything has already been around, only in a less elaborate form; one needs only to look. Past centuries were there only to polish and perfect the great archaic ideas." (s. zielinski) On that nailclip, i'm looking forward to being without a history.
your,
Clipty first century
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