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Magazine

 

 

 

Drink Sangria

in     the     Park

 

 

In Danger of
Becoming a “Character to Myself”

But we knew that something was wrong, that THE WORLD was WRONG (catastrophically), that we WERE wrong (catastrophically), that SOMETHING (anything) was CATASTROPHICALLY WRONG EVERYWHERE.

WE WERE

SICK

IN A GLOSS OF TOTAL HEALTH, AND TOTALLY HEALTHY

IN A SICKENING WORLD.

if TIME is THE RATE at which ONE OBJECT CHANGES IN RELATION TO ANOTHER OBJECT, then the space between them is also consequential in relation to these objects, but this must mean that SPACE HAS TO HAVE ANOTHER RELATIONSHIP TO AN EMPTINESS BEYOND NUMBERS, A NEGATIVE FIRST, OUTSIDE TIME. 

 

a SENSE of IMMINENT HORROR made OBJECTS SHARPER,

Just as the SHADOWS in December are SHARPER than April and the SNOW that FALLS AT NIGHT is NEVER BRIGHTER.

He Was Daily Met with an Emotion That Seemed to Adhere to People’s Skins, Coats, to the Cut of Buildings, to the Words for Those Buildings.

 

SOMEWHERE.
SO WHERE?
NOWHERE.
NOW, HERE!

gnikooL sdrawkcaB,

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This is Your Life.

Peephole History.

The Wayback Machine.

Porthole to The Soul.

 

 

 

the anonymous faces capturing myriad feelings, all these gave her a politics and a poetics simultaneously.