Saturday, December 13, 2008
hmm
three little dots, so small, so seemingly unimportant, can mean so much. it leaves so much up for interpertation. leaves something so openended. it can have many interpertations. many misunderstandings. it gives you the sense of covering undiscovered ground. three simple ink blotches. causing an imperfection in an otherwise perfect and orderly paper. three small points that are used so often. so much that they start to have little meaning. and yet it's like falling off of a cliff when read. such a sudden dropoff. a sense of being unfinished. and yet sometimes comforting. it effects you. it effects me. and yet it's just three small periods...
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