. Dried pigment that no longer holds any responsibility for questions of causality or truth. Depending on the angle of vision, we will have to move the frame to accommodate the fullness of the unrelenting storm of history. This is the threat of the past. Details reach us in broken pieces. The totality of the unlicensed reproductions of these pictures fails. Beauty is an ugly thing.
Monday, March 5, 2012
Not waiting. Waiting for it. Looking for the reason to continue waiting where the reason does not fall within the reasonable set of expectations. Thees arouse my fears. My own uncertainy about you. All of you. Keep looking. In vain. Expectation clarifies itself as a rewtad. A gift to the negative impulse. Fetch that desire.
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