Desires Systems: Three

Pothos

Pothos first projected onto the island manifesting as anxious nightmares at dawn.  Emptiness throughout the day was next. Numbness and despair. Six weeks of rumination had brought forth a new corporality that was both exhausting and painful. Content with this transmigration, Pathos had been delivered to a new home.  

It felt sexy. A self-actualized reflection of the consciousness of the present, Pothos was empty, an animated void. Envisioned as a slippery wraith or sensory depletion, forever present and out of reach.  Thin and sinewy while invisibly vague. Its characteristics operated between a position of mental objecthood and whimsical erotic human vicissitudes. Sometimes wisps of faded sensation, caresses, and lost forms. Interchanging presence, never fully complete but sentient and bitter. Cruel, Distant, Pathetic. 

Pothos grinned.

Unfortunate paths diverge setting the mind’s object of attachment out of reach. Again.

All is lost.

Fools fawn on memories and false futures. Wounded in loss, a delicious heart adrift.

What is a god other than light or shadow that is ever present where source energies splinter into the variables of existence?

Humanity is forever amusing. Eternally dumb. Automatically forgetting and projecting to other moments of impossible conditions. Reinvigorated by rippling waves of consequence. A moment of terminal loss for them. A sublime impregnation for Pothos. 

Those familiar westerly winds scattered dust galaxies across the island. The summer blight drained the landscape of resonance as sugarcane drooped in the fields forgotten. Today there was little satisfaction to be found, just abused feral chickens crowing about the sunburnt rambles. The citizens milled inland in a collective daze. And here empty beaches.