TRI-ANGLE(D)-(E)ITY?

by Marlon Thierry Laurent Fink. Posted in Graphics, Text

The following lines that you’ll be witnessing bear a striking resemblance to a particular memory of a particular moment in a particular situation as seen through a veil of thoughts. Thoughts that might have crossed this one person’s mind, who sits now here to narrate to you of the sheer beauty in the setting of a lonesome and yet distinctly soulful space that nevertheless will undoubtedly remain unreal to you. Causing at most an irritable sensation as to know the place’s locality, Canopy’s altitude and Bleak’s possible proximity just as much as the pitch of those beings’ outcries which the one that now is about to talk to you had listened to:

“Today I met you. Wayfaring, when it began to trickle down out of little fountains invisibly hidden behind a mash of clouds like dust, and amidst that grayish mist you drizzled through the gloom of a sun borne by afternoon’s never but humble hum. Drip, drop! Drip, drop! I stopped and you drop-dripped from my bare hands as I held my palms upwards. Up there I thwarted any of your chances meeting together on the ground to gather, where you tried to thrust your selves hither and thither.

And then, as I enjoyed this so solemn a moment, now solely seated beneath some tree’s branch – Canopy’s unmistakably; a little blackbird joined me in the calm when it landed right beside me – claws clumsily grasping random strands of grass. Clasp! Clasp! Immediately I named it “Bleak” in my mind because its beak swallowed by its shiningly black feathers was synced in grimmest vista to the sun’s demise from this so darkened weather.

It deeply reminded me of the slow shudder and hisses of the leaves above – of Canopy – when Bleak shuddered and hissed, ‘Compassion!’ or ‘Come passion!’ Swaying lightly every now and then while you dripped on me, and Canopy’s and Bleak’s complexions. By then we all have been tickled by you. Trickle! Trickle! Endlessly, a stream of moments. And by endless I mean uncountable. A moment came. And moments went by faster than the former exited. And you unconscious ones streamed downcast to predestination in this slowed-down downpour of memories in motion. We – Canopy, Bleak, and I – caused a trickling down with altered directions. Alternately from where we have been sitting, us three, when you landed with hearts abandoned on my sleeves, slick Bleak’s feathering, and Canopy’s leaves until raindrops ended in dreams. Drops of rain end their lives constantly as it seems. A dream! Dream!”