confusion is a word. words are our confusion. read and be confused. but don't be just a little confused. a great confusion follows just as she who let me speak will now speak as me but through her with a different i which will for the most part be me. to paraphrase nietzsche (as well i might) the greatest confusion lives in the house. a meeting of confusions. yet i am the only one who will read this book.
   i hope that i can say that i will never say good-bye to you. i did. with great hope for your eternal presence in the future...

   the saddest thing is that i have had to use words.

                                                                                                         madeline gins
                                                                                                         word rain




would we be confused without the words? we wouldn't be in this state, struggling for words
to hold the confusion, to look at it and reflect. on it, in it, from within it, to go outside ourselves, out of this state, to separate. we wouldn't be in this state without the words that got us here to this state to express this state of confusion. would we?