We are almost ready to start closing the windows at night. This time last year I was breaking my ankles Until the drywall gave way. Bits of my room got everywhere, including your teeth. This time last year I was breaking my ankles, And you couldn’t be bothered to get undressed. Bits of my
Someone told me, once, that location always precedes content. That where you are makes who you are. In other words, each space we pass through builds us as much as we build it. Places change, and we change with them. Do you remember your first day of classes here? Where you were? Who you were?
A few weekends ago I took a 24-hour trip to New York, and as my Megabus hurtled down 9th Ave, a billboard caught my eye—only because there was nearly nothing on it. It read “Item #022: Capri Pants” in some Arial-adjacent font, along with a picture of—you guessed it—capri pants. White background, no logo, nothing.
before there were rooms there was no Here or There no spacial frame of referent to section off all of the places we could not go ONE BIG SPACE!!! it is almost too much to consider (consider it, though, I am interested in space and words and words in space and