"Unless a film of flesh envelopes us, we die. [Woman] exists only insofar as she is separated from [her] surroundings. The cranium is the space-traveller's helmet. Death is divestment, death is communion.
It may be wonderful to mix with the landscape but to do so is the END OF THE TENDER EGO."
- Vladimir Nabokov, Pnin.
a slowly expanding body
a pitcher with the bottom cracked off
glass is just a slow-moving liquid anyway. how's a liquid to hold itself?
inner life transcends the vessel
contingent impressions: paper impressed by environs, face smashed into emulsion. This is the participatory portrait.
despair destined to disappear: unfixed iterations of grief, relief, acceptance, sorrow, patience.
History trapped in the rock:
it can't dream but it remembers!
"Abjection is a state of flux where meaning collapses and the body is open and irregular." (eflux)
