May cause drowsiness: day 15

Words must fall apart. Language must cease to be. All notions of sense and understanding must be exploded, left scarred, a bloodied victim at the side of the road. Sen­tences must be robbed out like so many bricks and girders, beams and fix­tures stolen from the debris of collapsed buildings, leaving only the ghostly echo of what stood so proudly before. The only way to rein­vent, to rein­vigorate, even to resus­citate is to destroy, destroy and destroy again. Phrases and meaning must be kicked and punched, beaten raw and abused, even touched, stroked, aroused; whatever it takes to leave their bodies gasping, pleading, scratch­ing desperately for release. I start slowly, sliding a knife under the keys and carefully removing let­ters, one or two at a time, to see what lies underneath, what lies within. To see if I’m in there, look­ing out.