. 11 . 34 . 80 . 81 . 35 . 82 . 83 .
We try so hard, we don’t do well in our ever growing relationships with people . finding guidances . decaying & what remains
. 12 . 36 . 85 . 86 . 37 . 87 . 88 .
attempting to explain and failing - the fecundity of swamps - Solaris (either written by Stansilaw Lem or filmed by Andréi Tarkovsky) would be helpful here, the conversation, the dear little speech by Snaut (or Snow), after they lose gravity
Why do you think alien planets are often represented as swamps, anyway?
. 13 . 38 . 89 . 90 . 39 . 91 & 92 & 93 & 94 & 95 & 96 & 97 & 98 & 99 &
hope . home . what actually happens even thought we ¡think! we have entered the realm of understanding for a moment, as if we have scheduled that we will encounter understanding between 7 & 9 in the evening at an art gallery or reading a book or in a class, as if we will fold it tidy like our laundry, file it in a dossier to be opened when it is needed, as if we would be able to discern that future time when it sweeps over us. Yeah, right. We are reminded to take another look at what we consider contamination. We are also reminded of alleyways (but maybe that’s just me). When we consider, or when I’m told something is dangerous, I always want to know the specifics. Robbery? Violence? What kind of violence? Often, I think, it is the danger of becoming contaminated by this inability to recognize danger…