The Hare, The Hound, The Hall, pt. 1: Inevitable You
February 26th, 2008
Before you were an addict, you were a fugitive.
That running, that shivering scurry, was and always will be the sole precondition for what you do.
There is no end to the shapes your running takes. Run with food in your mouth, whiskey in your throat, anonymous flesh on your monitor; run with video games, coffee, sex, run with your work, run with your hobbies, run with your prayer; run with laughter, run with noise, run with nature; run with mobs; run in caves. Run with anything you want, anything will do.
Because what you choose to run with is unimportant. Your infinite options aren’t good or bad — they’re neutral. You, the addict, you’re measured not by whether you drink, fuck, sleep, talk, work or eat. You’re known only by whether you seize and pervert these things into instruments of escape; whether you make these things your greyhound’s rabbits — your racing lures. For your wet jaws to snap after and your paws to tear gouges for.
But what’s pursuing you? What’s on your addict’s heels?
Always only one thing. Always only the never-hurrying,
always steady,
measured step & echoing footfall of
inevitable you.
C. Way/ SnailCrow.com © 2008
