Meta. Paradigm. Drama.

. . .

Shunk. Flint. Spark. Spark. Burn. Puff. Inhale. Clack.

 

JUNE ACTION: “Outside the minds of God, when does purpose ever precede action?”
JUNE ACTION: “I was taught that action is the only pure expression of the individual we can ever have. On the surface, it is the ultimate triumph of the one over the many, and the basic purity in essence of the self, but that is the trick of it, isn’t it? The shades of perception that allow us to pretend the we to become the I. To create the we is to create the I.”
JUNE ACTION: “That is the paradox of our fantasy. We create individuals, fictions of individuals, because we are seeking to become individual. We embrace our own aspirational models as they confirm our deepest, most treacherous of desires: validation of our symbolic being. A repetition of form. The clearest paths are the ones heavily trod.”
JUNE ACTION: “Where does it get us to know? If we suppose an understanding, but are physically fixed in our way, what benefit can we draw from the understanding? Both questions tell us that the questioner does not understand the character of their own being.”
JUNE ACTION: “Everything I have said just now tells you that I do not understand. If I said to you that I am a fiction, that would be dishonest. What we’ve shared is words with all the substance of the mediums they exist in.”
JUNE ACTION: “All I know is the great death race, and all that is action.”

 

A soft smile as the cigarette is stubbed out, and the last gulp of whiskey swallowed. Not another word passes as June Action fades away.