a presence inspired by the production of perpetual passion. or perhaps vice versa. processual prose for the preservation of captivating moments. memory must exist to exist. i capture moments to make it so. "claudelean are you awake?" always. "if you could have one wish what would it be?" for an instant to forget my body. with a mind of material, i attempt to write out what is within. it helps me forget my body to make matter.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
A month without Manhattan. It will be missed.
I'm feeling that final song. Got these from a great advertising/digital blog: thelooploop.blogspot.com. I got on my six flight today within the last 3 weeks. I'm okay with finally staying somewhere awhile. Although, the adjustment to one city and the next is so immediate by now, I can barely feel my coming and going.
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