An Untitled Manifesto

We must forget what we know.

We must lose ourselves in the stains and scratches and earaser marks and the ink and the blood. 

We must learn to see spaces around the lines. 

We must learn to read the future from the spilling of the ink. 

We must learn to embrace the imperfections in the paper's grain.  

Our blood will fill the grooves and scratches and we will tare the soft paper into unrecognizable pieces. 

We must learn to use the blood soaked pulp as our new medium.  

Once we have forgotten, 

Once we are lost, 

Once we have learned from our lines,  

Once learned our future and destroyed what we know of our past,  

Once we have turned the blood and pulp into life,  

Then and only then will we have reached our end.  

Tomorrow we will start again.