India, from this distance
distorts noise
cracking chants
sacred static
I’m feeling unsettled
I want to turn it all off
everything I say
misrepresents
the real
even my story
is disorientating
(does writing make me more vivid?)
I feel, and when I feel
the existence of my self
is validated
who is it that is observing me?
I feel, therefore I am
Tags: 2007, consciousness, frustration, india, self, truth, writing
