Isotope

So much of my work has been about disappearing.

Glenn Ligon

I’m touching a bit of today. Something unusual, something strange happens from nothing at all. It may be the first time but there’s a first time for everyone, hopefully. Trillions of process units trying to rationalise it, still unknown though. At least to me.

Soft rewind and playback. Little talk and big flows. Everything written inside the randomness of the coffee leftovers in the empty mug as an azimuthal projection. The other side.

The radiance chasing the isotope. Explosions in the macrocosmos. What happens inside? What happens within?

Electric bonds tie this instant. And so it is.

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