Saturday, May 17, 2008

Yearbook (5.3)

Petals had fallen off a few. Let’s draw a comic together about this moment. Dreams from a beautiful magazine, all filtered by the grubby mind that frays what it touches and scribbles what it can’t. Transverse, longitudinal and tangential views of pine wood. Probably, probly, prolly. “We seem to be entering a world where there is no reproduction, where every act of transmission is also an act of interpretation.” He drew rainbows and imaginary bacteria on the rubber toes of his sneakers.

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