Theory #1
“There is nothing to writing. All you have to do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” -Ernest Hemingway
Passion is the luck of living.
To bleed, as Hemingway puts it so prophetically, is the exact absolute of despair. In discovering that the human existence is continuously wrapping itself around love and hate for despair there is a breathtaking continuum that is brought into form. In mathematical structure it is PI. PI is infinite in number whose vibrational movements like the serpent eating its own tail cannot be defined. It is the beheld bubble. That subtle soak into the despair of the feel and the fantasy which rolls you through sediment scars, and armored wounds to drop you in an explosion of sound, color, word or action without the mind. That is the luck of being suspended in the beheld bubble only to bleed.
Hannah xoxo
