I want words to cary me away. Or rather, that ’s what I think they’re for, what they do. How they do. The numbers can peg me in place. Peg me? REally? Is that inappropriate? because that’s what I think numbers do. They take a step, or make a step. They stand, freeze, lock. Words run. They run awway with you and/or they run you off. Like runoff and like a copy machine. Run off some copies of you.
I sit here with the numbers, but I run way with or after the words. But it’s about words and numbers for sure. My boss told me the same thing the other day. actually my boss’s boss. He loves “words (and numbers!)” he said.
And because of what numbers do, because of how they do, they perform truth procedures. Not that I even know what that means, but it sounds good. It sounds right. I’ll run after it, striate my space or whatever.
I imagine this all has to do with kung fu movies I never watch.
