All thoughts are my own unless quoted otherwise.
My disappearence in general must somehow be experienced in order for a relationship with presence in general to be instituted. Derrida (Speech & Phenomena)
The art of mourning is to create space to allow for forgetting and remember at the same time.
I must allow for pauses (breath) in order to understand the gaps in the words (period) otherwise it is simply noise (humdrum)
- lack of production
- returning to ‘original’ states
- go back to where you came from? Have you ever been back?
How can I return to a place where I have never been?
- Discards
- Dormant
Let the wounds breathe
Instead of completion, aim for conserving. In preserving pauses, it will remain alive as we simply have not let it die (complete) or we have had our fill (over exposed).
I have not disappeared. I am still here. I have always been here. I have filled the view so much that I have become lost to you only (boundry). I have forced myself into a physical exisitence (stepping out).
No, no! I must remain incomplete! I must remain unfinished, otherwise I will simply cease to be! I must leave a gap to return to where I’m from. How can I know where I am going if I don’t know where I started. Am I blinded?
Fold. Unfold.
Hold and release.
Fold. Unfold.
Hide and seek.
Fold. Unfold.
I can’t see you, does that mean you can’t see me?
Fold. Unfold.
I’m still here.
Hold and release.
Fold. Unfold.
Hide and seek.
Fold. Unfold.
I can’t see you, does that mean you can’t see me?
Fold. Unfold.
I’m still here.
Tubes of Thought : why does the clay welcome me? It meets me halfway and at first is cold to the touch but it warms up to me and reaches (never exceeds) my temperature.