| Talk of cities continues. Perspectives proliferate exponentially. It’s a compounding chatter that’s almost soothing. Contexts and agendas are incessantly remade. Elaborate ruins are being built all around us. |
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| We can’t measure or date this activity. It’s not soft or hard, permeable or solid, visible or invisible, silent or deafening. Every instance is lost to our touch and absolute comprehension. |
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| There’s been no plan to begin with. The beginning has been forever. There was no architect, no council, no corpus or schemata. All lexicons are fantasies. |
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| Freedom roams the language slums of our togetherness. |
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| You keep promising a way out without saying anything. I sense it as if it were the sun coming out. It’s like a sudden recognition of the obvious or an acceptance of the poetic. |
| jeremy |
