On ellipses . . .

An absent . . . friend (?) . . . uses ellipses a lot.
But with spaces between each dot –

Or period, as I suspect she’d say, being American. Period - period - period ... sounds more final that dot - dot - dot. Or even stop - stop - stop.

Do my unspaced dots have different intent? Aesthetically, on the page, spaces between appeal.

My ellipses infuriated another friend, saying they betrayed a fuzzy mind – chaos - disjointed indecisiveness. Well... she was right, of course. But then her voices speak the internet to her – and ellipses aloud are “dot-dot-dot” ... they break rhythms, rather than create cadences.

There are mid sentence dots ... pauses in thought ... and dots that fade away at the end . . .   

Leaving open space for thought to fill. Unwilling, or unable, to articulate my own. Stand ins for elliptical speech.

• Then of course    ...  . . .  ...     is S-O-S in, now obsolete, morse code. Speaking in code . . .
• And... acceleration and velocity,   f = m.a . . .  .   .    .
• My first love, used to identify herself, somewhat coyly, as “S... ni ”

But the arch literary ellipses exponent was Louis Ferdinand Celine – much criticized. In Conversations with Professor Y, Céline defended his style - disjointed sentences reflect emotion on the page, our garbled turmoil.

“Maybe I'd never see him again... maybe he'd gone for good... swallowed up, body and soul, in the kind of stories you hear about... Ah, it's an awful thing... and being young doesn't help any... when you notice for the first time... the way you lose people as you go along ... the buddies you'll never see again... never again... when you notice that they've disappeared like dreams... that it's all over... finished... that you too will get lost someday... a long way off but inevitably... in the awful torrent of things and people... of the days and shapes... that pass... that never stop...”

Death on Installment Plan