i am warm
life is not boulders and snow and perfume
life is difficult and sad and ephemeral life is flesh not stone it is flinty cold hard and true
you might throw away those old structures but if you do not replace them with a new one
this freedom will explode in your face
you can capture life but you can’t control it
it condenses into a mask
but this was once about age and death and longing
the sudden impulse for another person
myth was important to us then
you knew what the picture was about and what it meant to say
when i transfer the image all of the information falls away in bodies in colors in photographs
in houses to address each rupture with perception each bit of dirt with meaning
you’ve got to hold it in your hands
to go through the inventory of what has been lost we are caught in the middle of something
that is not ours it’s like how the eskimos have all these different names for snow
do you remember when you used to glide around the room
memory loss for example eliminates most of the repetitive markings to live in a box of safes
to migrate between wall and floor as if to examine the constituent elements and indicate
the directions in which they might move
the waves of marks ebb and flow like consciousness itself and are extremely satisfying to look at it is hard not to think that they should go wherever they point
it could also be the other way around
to say that i have a memory of things that happened in the future
there were things i wanted to say
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