Hi. I'm Matt. This has been a place of regurgitation and frivolity (don't fret, it will continue to be) but, with any luck and a titch of effort, it will also become a place where I think, document and be more me than it has been previously. Run on sentence much?
*April 12 2009
I could hear the electricity coming down from satellites, bouncing between my phone and yours. I was sure that at any moment I’d be shocked; electrocuted.
It was quiet, mostly.
Occasionally I asked you stupid questions that I genuinely wanted answers to. In your sick, stuffed up, slightly-intoxicated voice… you answered.
It was mostly quiet.
And I thought, ‘People test each other. Some deny it, but we do. Each question, given and received is a test for each person.’ Circular in nature, and necessary.
After a while, I whispered your name. I whispered your name like I was testing it out. It was nice.
I whispered your name a last time, as it was clear that moments before you’d drifted away; you slept.
I put down the phone and slept. I think we both passed for the night.
