/lit/ - Literature

>>5467981
Even though we post through the act of anonymity, isn't there something that is preserved of our selves in this inherently auto poetic act? We are sharing the same space in metaphysical space and time. The lingering seared image of these exchanges will serve as scaffoldIng to our ontological aparatus so long as we are willing to direct a certain amount of intentionality towards this endeavor. Furthermore people from a x amount of physical time in the future will be able to consummate these exchanges into their respective ontologies. They may even choose to actualize the eternal return in their own lives by watching the playback of a YouTube video n amount of times. Or reading the same passage s over and over again.

Point being, while I may project my own subjective intentionality to our exchange your own intentionality is caught with mine in intercourse.

Your words run through my mind, not in my voice, yet in another. They haunt my every waking hour, shaping and smoothing the wrinkles of my brain, crossing from my language areas through the corpus callosum, arousing myriads of slumbering neurons with a tantalizing siren call of curiousity's imposition; to bask in the ephemeral scarlet tinged August skies as mayflies.