Words – Page 19 – Noah Huber

Photographs. Sort of.

Blood, on tasting your own

Amazing how pain can distort and color the lenses with which you see life. Over the past few weeks I’ve grown more and more combative, fearful, irrational, in my dealings with Roxanne. It seems to be becoming something palpable. It seems to be a shape, a something I can almost feel and taste in me.…

October 26, 2012
Ends and Means

I’d like not to tell you, but to show you. It is so much more visceral that way. The condition of the place – I wonder in what way is the character of the place like that of the man who makes of it his own home – are they reflections? Can they be otherwise?…

October 9, 2012
Letter to the Family

Dearest Family, (written on the night of Oct. 4th, read and cleared for distribution by Bill on Oct. 5th.) I’m writing in hopes of answering a few questions – and probably raising many more. Certainly I will not be able to spell out every detail of what I’m here pursuing – there are a myriad…

October 5, 2012
Face First

Have been on the ground now for almost a full twenty hours. Amazing how instantaneously cultural habits return, how easy it is to slip back into an old skin… Doing Heraclitus great injury, I would appropriate his – no man wears the same old skin twice the same way. It would be easy to become…

October 5, 2012
Flickering Through

Today I embark on a trip I’ve already been on for almost two weeks or has it been two decades. When did it start, this story of aging, and it’s consequences when hadn’t it started? My father is having trouble with his health with maintaining his health with the upkeep of the mortal animal.…

October 5, 2012