A Dance?


And what do you bring to the dance?

An eminence of color?

The darkness that you feed for a lingerer?


Have you brought a stain, an imperfection, a mistake? Get lost in the dance, assign the movement, know that which compels you to assign. The song.


The Order of Things

“…in the essential hiding-place into which our gaze disappears from ourselves at the moment of our actual looking.”
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