the impossiblity of making up for trespassing
How do you make up for trespassing?
Well, I suppose that is impossible.
If you steal something from someone, it doesn’t equal out your wrongdoing to give them something of ‘equal’ value. You cannot atone for voyeurism by offering the other person your own nakedness, however hard you try, since then it wouldn’t be real nakedness, considering how you are actively presenting it. The stain does not go away. It would take a demon, and they live on the other side. No god, no masters, just me.
What do you give to someone you love more than anything when you do not have anything good to give? You get perverse. You sever your own ear and send it wrapped inside a handkerchief. Of course they won’t appreciate this piece of uncalled-for theatrics. But you do it anyway, because here’s a knife, and here’s your ear, which doesn’t serve an explicit bodily function. You do it because you can. And perhaps you are caught up in this sense of urgency, the sudden, real realization that this is your world, and this is your actions, and this is the future, and then, there comes death.
You just got to do something – draw great-big circles in the field, haul giant-ass rocks and place them standing together.
Anything. Toil. Repent.
Anything for some peace of mind.