Page 5, The Excavation of Its Future Memory

What makes certain neighborhoods dangerous is not that the components that make up said neighborhood are in themselves dangerous, and certainly not that we will become infected by whatever we imagine transpires in said neighborhood, because, I mean, come on, a neighborhood is made up of the same things no matter where it is: families, homes, patterns of joyful survival-patterns of coffee drinking, young people having young people awakenings, old people holding knowledge of past and future, patterns of walking, talking.  No, when we come to the idea of a so-called dangerous neighborhood, we are correct in sensing danger, of course, but we misplace where the danger stems from.

We travelers, we movers through life, communicators, those not at rest, ,we are volunteers, voluntarily searching.  This is the danger, no?  Inescapable, lest you being to think to stay shuttered away from the world knowing you hold your own disease.  even the most cloistered of communities cannot survive on their own productions.  Consider the issues of inbreeding.  Consider ‘mad cow’ disease, a disease that also occurs in cannibals if they eat the flesh of relatives.

Even dead, we move.  Decay.

Again, like the consideration that speaking, or the plastic concept of speaking, is merely one of our limited ways of calling out something quite a bit bigger that happens, that we participate in simply due to our presence - life, death, both demarcations in time of a very same thing, 

We try so very hard to make sense of things that are monstrously larger than time within the limited lens of time.

We are hooked.  Time and light.  Trains and cinema.  All our tricks are up one or the other sleeve.