And how does this work anyways?

Step III
Cults

"Sometimes people use thought to not participate in life.”
“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
"Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. And maybe it’s not sad."

That is from a book I've never read. I know a few folks that have read it. Not sure if I want to.

"In the nightmare desert stood a building.
Outside someone was diggin' a hole in the ground.
They were burying my luck.

"What have you done?"
"What have you done?"

That's from "Burying Luck" by Minus the Bear. He has an evocative way of writing very poetic, but often very literal lyrics. You listen to it late at night when you are slipping on to the border between sleep and reality, and it almost like he is telling you things you couldn't bear to say yourself.

"You must be an illusion
Can I see through you?"

When I(or you, how should I know?) make this attempt to relate(to anything really, but mostly people) I'm often crippled by some thoughts. It is this idea of existentialism. Sometimes its like reality is an illusion, at least for me. Probably for you occasionally. I heard that November was Write a Novel Month. Fuck that.

I have just now in this instant realized I never shut the fuck up. Ever. It's not so much that I want people to hear what I have to say. I want attention. I never want to be in the back of any one's mind. Coincidentally, it is really easy to get people's attention when you are a huge dick to them all the time. I want to take a day and not speak at all. Just listen. Sounds like a nice change of pace. Maybe tomorrow. I don't think I could do it. People would bother me about it. When you are as obnoxious as I am.

Communication is a funny thing. How can I be sure that what I transmit is what is received? I don't think I can. Seems like most just yammer away and hope they are yammering correctly. Lost in Translation. (Never seen the movie. I think it was a book to. No it wasn't. Wikipedia would never lie to me.)
Mostly, I think I am unconcerned with what people hear from me, as long as they do.

I wonder where the meaning in communication lies. Does it lie where it is conceived or where it is received? That little gray area between? Is the meaning in what we say floating around in the air? Is the atmosphere littered with spent words and shared dreams?
Maybe yours isn't. I'd like to think mine is.