Entry Two

Entry One HERE.

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I hope to untangle knots; but new ones emerge everywhere I look.

I dreamt last night of Diane Arbus and her bush-baby, and of Mini-Me in Big Brother – and other photographs in the sense-shrinking night. 

One choice of the on-screen menu was the Oba-Manitou or Man-Oba as he told me to call him.  Yesterday I suspected Man-Oba was actually within me – primed simply to be dreamed.  Instead, the dream had me experiencing Man-Oba in the digital form of a separate creature come to save the world from within a puppet-like youtube ... a continuing narrative of Government before, during and after.  As if that would make any difference! 

He had a cigarette going, I simply knew, but it wasn’t in frame.  And an invisible drink beside him.  Dreams have margins beyond which you cannot see.  Photos (colour, sepia and brownie) and videos, too.  It is as if our world harbours a monster twitching its old-film feelers over parts of the hidden image - shaking and shivering like a monster’s insect-legs just beyond the frame, but often, fleetingly, within it. 

That monster can grow tentacles like Cthulhu ... slowly knotting beyond any untanglement by mankind, even by Man-Oba’s planted manipulations.

Even vows are botched.  I promised yesterday that I would untangle the knot I tangled into existence.  But first I need to know what knot I’m dealing with.  Sometimes you don’t know your own intricacies of tangling them.  Terminal Knot, Overhand-knot, Reef-Knot, Sheet-Bend, Carrick-Bend, True-Lover's Knot, Ooggee-Knot, Ligottum, Timber Hitch, Constrictor, The Eight, Bowstring, the running bowline, hangman, the monkey fist, Dolly (trucker-hitch)...  

Each has its own end.  It’s just a matter of finding it.

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Entry Three: HERE.

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