Sunday, November 12, 2006

Burial


the things that move ever so slightly. Forget the fact that we’re talking about spaces in between spaces. It’s the spaces in between the spaces in between spaces that mean more than nothing.

We’re all kind of used to things moving slowly, but this is miniscule repetition – a triumph/shackle of modern life? Was ancient or will future life be any different? A gray haze floats over the jostle, like a subway clanking under a cold, windswept night above ground. This isn’t country: claustrophobia like this is an effect of city living, technology-based environments. Things that don’t seem real, but are more than real. The most important are

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