The dying of attention
is the crying of retention.
When it is all the way
dead, that's when we
can get nowhere.
Attention lingers
on things. An empty
mind is not empty.
An empty mind moves
like the wind, touching
anything, staying nowhere,
keening on among the
other parts of the wind.
We live in a time of
zombie attention.
We cannot let our minds'
eyes die, lest we feel we have
also. But if we do, none
of this pain and ennui
and purple distended
displeasure will matter
anymore, and even all
this time we have spent
hurting and hurting and
hurting, it will not longer be
hurting.
Roman Ryan 