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2012-05-27 - 8:24 p.m.

enigmatic relations

whenever it rained, water would run down the side of the window frame and pool on the sill. eventually, the sill rotted out, and its edges turned into soil.

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as they come close to one another, remain in juxtaposition or move away, things change. everything changes. once you come to see objects as placeholders for the encounter with the world, you see that everything has a fluid sort of shadow life.

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reading: things for work.
listening to: sanders bohlke, search and destroy.
working on: a wedding present for a friend.
in the garden: when goldfinches perch on the Verbena bonariensis, they look like a picture in a calendar from the audubon society.


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