I went into the unknown world with glasses
that made everything so clear I could
move through this world into the next.
Before I got my glasses…I didn’t see the way I could step to the edge,
put out my hand, split the known world and
go through: into the unknown.
I became someone without history.
Those rooms with my father, those times, those days, then nights.
Those stories …
Incest really is not a word that describes anything.
It does not describe the way the body splinters and then the known world separates and
when the known world separates, when all you know is you splitting,
all you see is clouds.
So, I got glasses and I walked to the very edge of the flat world and stepped through.
Oh, I said, the world is round… is round is round. I started circling the round world
to find my hero, my Self.
I was alone, but my glasses were sparkling clean.Continue reading “How I Learned to Make Maps by Marie Cartier”