Thursday, March 23, 2023


It's time to speak 
up about this: the perfect 

does not exist. Just like
hypotheses can never 

be tested. The best—and
in point of fact, the most 

scene we could imagine 
would have to be 
something like 

an airport at night: only
criss-crossing runways 
of featherweight particles 

of radiant light; a scaffolding 
for creamy, contra-
positive shadows, 

and for silences
of pure white—as opposed 
to that black variety, since 

every soul living 
is already staring so 
hard at that kind 

twenty times 
a minute—every time
they blink their eyes.