Tuesday, May 31, 2011

The Questions Buildings Ask

Why did you build me, if all you wanted to do, was knock me down.

Why did you raise me, if all you wanted to do, was bring me low.

Why did you make me, if all you wanted to do, was break me.

Monday, May 30, 2011

The Incompleteness Of You

You spend 99% of your life looking for the other 1%. But it's worth it.

Friday, May 27, 2011

The Names They Gave You

You are more than a list of mistakes and if anyone tells you otherwise, let it be the last they make.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

The New AWOL Hearts Video

I wrote this entry after me and the one I love decided not to go to work one day. I am incredibly honoured that Dan Rodriguez has once again made something so beautiful out of our work. You can see when he's next playing near you, here.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

The Trains Will Run On Time

I'm not trying to change the world for you. I'm just trying to make it easier to live in, in case they send me back.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The Airport Is Next

I set the harbour on fire. Soon, there'll be nowhere left for you to say goodbye.

Friday, May 20, 2011

The Day The World Stopped

No one moved.

Someone was throwing a can away when it happened and the can just hung in the air. A man was getting into his car, turning the radio on. A shopping bag was stuck in midswing, carried by a frozen shopper. Birds in the sky just stayed where they were. And then, you turned to me and said

"Now we can be alone."

Thursday, May 19, 2011

The Lifeguard Is Off Duty

Don't read too deeply into the things I say. You might drown.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

The Interrogator Knows Me

Light hits the eyes the universe gave me. Time throws slow punches but they hurt all the same. You are a secret I can never give up.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

The Worst I've Felt

You'll kiss them, even though you can see they're sick. Even though you know they'll make you sick.

Monday, May 16, 2011

The Sea Is Full Of Messages

I just want you to know that I know you from after, after all this is over. And there are some parts of you cannot be touched, no matter how they touch you.

You're ok when I know you. Everything's ok.

Thursday, May 12, 2011

The Coming Wave

You break upon the shore. I will rise with the tide.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

The Life Made Still

You're just a sculpture that still moves in the museum of my mind. So keep walking. Art shouldn't stop for anyone.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

The Tallness Of Things

Falling buildings matter less than you noticing me. Because the world is big. And here, next to you, I am small.

Monday, May 9, 2011

The Children Of Time (Reading)

To thank everyone for their support over the years which has lead to our recent publishing deal, here's a video clip of moths flying outside my house, while I read The Children Of Time

The Universe Ended And I Watched

There's no noise out here.

Unless you listen closely, in which case, you can still hear the echoes of the first word.

There's no reason to be afraid of shadows.

Unless you've seen where they keep them.

There's no mystery in your blood.

Unless you remember your minerals and metals all come from the ghosts of distant stars.

But other than that, nothing.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

This Has Happened

Dear You,

How have you been?

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything of real length and I am sorry for that. Life’s been pretty chaotic over the last few months. I got hijacked at gunpoint (and got over it). Jon, the photographer for I Wrote This For You, has moved from Japan to Germany. Some important people lived or died. The world turned and clocks, quite audibly, tocked. I went on hiatus for a month to deal with things.

I was not idle. Things happened. I will try my best to construct my next sentences in a way that accurately portrays them.

I Wrote This For You now has a publishing contract with ireadiwrite. I Wrote This For You, put in the order in which things happened and complimented by a series of unique entries, will become available in a variety of different formats in the coming months, many of which you’ll be able to hold in your hands.

As of several hours ago, while I was sleeping, it became possible to subscribe to I Wrote This For You on your kindle.

It is Saturday morning, 11:00am, I am writing this in my pajamas and asking you to please go to this link

and let the world know how you feel about I Wrote This For You. Like it if you do, in fact, like it. It would mean a lot to us and if you can’t subscribe yourself or don't have a kindle (I don't), simply telling someone about it, posting this letter or tweeting a link will be just as truly and sincerely appreciated (if you write ‘iwrotethisforyou.me’ on a napkin in a restaurant or on your arm or on somewhere where it can be found as it was intended to be, you will win a place in my heart forever and I’ll post photos to the facebook group if you do).

It is now getting cold here, on this side of the world. I will build a fire soon. I checked my mail on my phone at 7:48am this morning and haven’t been able to go back to sleep.

I had to let someone know. Thank you for reading and for listening and for writing. You mean more than the world to me. Thank you.

- Me.

Writer of I Wrote This For You.

PS. I miss you and hope that things will always be better. With any luck, if things go very, very well, I may even see you soon.

Friday, May 6, 2011

The Strangest Books

You've written my story backwards. You've taken my chapter out your book. Now I'm just a prologue. A dedication.

For you.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

The Passport Photos

If you worry about how you look when you smile, you are doing it wrong.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

The Last Trip Out

This train goes straight through your heart but doesn't stop at the station. This train goes straight through your smile when someone names all your feelings. This train rides the contours of your skin. And I am banging on the windows, trying my best to get out.