|Ha, I named the image 'plumbing'|
because it's a play on words, you see.
How much are our own desires very like the tap? I realise I sound like the quintessential British vicar in a Church of England sermon or else on Radio 4 doing 'thought for the day': "my son and I were watching the football match on a Sunday afternoon when he turned to me and asked, 'Daddy, which team is Jesus playing for?' To which I replied that He was of course playing for neither team, but, thinking about it later I realised that, in a very real sense, He was. How many of us have at times wondered..." You get the idea. Anyway, I digress, the point was that the dripping of that tap, on a pipe that, so far as I can tell, goes nowhere seemed to very much sum up a great deal of things all at once.
|This is not the plumbing in the house. It's just complicated|
I worry, because it looks simpler than what we have.
I can follow this shit.
This is post-modernism. I'm sure it means something.
My own narrative obviously applies this to my current
relationship situation. Somehow.
|Oh why the heck not, it's been a while.|
|I didn't smile quite so much and I did|
rather cut myself.
Hmm, clearly, this post was not quite ready yet. I shall no doubt return to muse further.