The Alan Wozawsky Social Experiment: 16

As the wind whispers through him and the sentiments of those around blend with it to echo and reverberate, he thinks he is alive. Only what is absent hints at the truth –evidence by its lack– a collapsed self forming a singularity horizoned by all events, distorting as they demise –processed not experienced, they are malnourished– as they fade away, leaving only the processioning vacuousness to bear silent witness and testimony to his existence. Not being, never quite Being, but always the potential thereof, a momentary embodied field of the feasible ... of a feasible, aware of its viable collapse, of all alternatives it could have been, it could still be, it might as well be, it perhaps ought to be, only that being too knows nought but frailty. Becomes then –he– no more than the voice of others, of narratives he has little to call own, of incoherent rubble held together by unisoned voluntary unhearing, ineluctable modality of the audible subverted, sheer will to comprehend overriding, a wounded matrix healed by its incompatibility – none can look at it, none can see it. Only ... only mirrored in the eyes of others that is all he sees, the chasm that is his Self, the rip in the place/memory continuum funnelling out all else that could have been and could –in time– be, feeding on them to sustain its seeming being, distorting as they demise, as they fade away. Vicious violence on the harmony of Being done in order 'to be', shattering the vessel to get at tiny seeds to nurture only but one. A broken joke, fragment at best, funny to none but the inane and the insane, and –though committed– perhaps he is neither. What waste, what unbearable waste; all the permutations they might have had to savour, to cherish, or even lament. All the feelings that may had become had their Self not, all the anguish and ecstasy. Yet, what lament has he, what ecstasy? Only the sentiments of those around blending with the wind as it whispers through him -agitating the processioning vacuousness- makes him think he is alive.