The Other
Why do I want to rewrite the narrative?
Discard the storyline and start fresh.
Begin the next chapter with new eyes.
Skip to the end without enjoying the plot.
My book follows a constant dispute with satisfaction. One moment I find the right words then scrap it all. Sometimes the words find me and lead me to endless confusion. But perfect words, I’ve learned, don’t come easy.
Sometimes I miss when my book was closed. Closed to the doubt and hastiness of my never-ending revisions. Revisions that have rendered a pristine text illegible. I wonder when my satisfaction ended and the dispute began.
As much as it torments my mind, the book stays open. And the text is anything but finished. So I keep erasing in pursuit of The Other.
