Like summer brides, sound has a number of unique mathematical definitions. These are instructive. They glow and resonate and locate within a specific product matrix.
Unrelated: Was it The Situationists who promoted ordinary fractals?
We crave everything. Textured paint and vinyl floor tiles. Sometimes he feels they are little more than microbial organisms with wispy antennae and scuttling movements.
Turns out, the sea bed is composed of sensuously frictive surfaces. Popeyes, periwinkles and other glossy-shell wearing meanies. These are the tools of the trade for apocalypse apologists. Wrecking balls. Sticky foam. Wire brushes.
She says, “Nutmeg is not a color.”
“Neither is almond or marjoram.”
There is a particular room in a particular building in a particular part of town. The tiles on the floor have been polished, the handrails on the staircase have been worn. All west-facing windows have been thrown open in a way that says, We were born to lose.
A sign on the wall proclaims that slick gradients are the precursors to tides.
“On the one hand, we can see how the landscape flattens the path of water. We can see the volume of cheap plastic goods being purchased. We can see the composition of the ocean being altered. “
“But on the other hand,” she says, “we can’t see a thing.”
Semi-related: We cannot sit. The pathology of movement is primitivist in nature and encourages regular monitoring and verification of sedimentary environments. And so, ancient stones are always rounded and marked as escapist.
He repeats himself, “There is always so much to do.”
He tidies up the little shelf beside the refrigerator. Laundry detergent, shopping lists, plaster patching compounds, jars of discarded batteries and other objects which must be placed out of reach of the children. Usability is contrapuntal. When nobody is looking they go through reams of paper in order to create a garden of stone and rock formations.
(From an epistolary collaboration with writer Casey Kait)