i've lived inside out a long time mostly daydreaming with the occasional thankfully explosion, but decidedly it's better than living the outside in. i never want to fully internalize this brutish culture for the game would be up then. so oddly enough, i'm not sure what my shrink meant by saying i lived inside out but in my mind it's a kind of paradoxical protection. i had something to add from the book Area X and will try to remember for tomorrow. area x is like tarkovsky's The Zone, but an american version of the uncanny, of envirnomental and governmental depredation, of the occupation, which like in the matrix is ultimately not out there but in here, of the mind. then i thought, i've lamented before not making anything tangible, but like the outside/inside paradox, everything tangible or not, virtually everything i suppose, is either designed obsolescence, or chance obsolesence, or simply subject to indifference, disposable, tangible or not. i guess i prefer to make intangible castings and let the fish swim where they may while they may and let thought and image subside into the non-existent stream ha.

baby hands

branching stars

buffalo

coasting

constellation

copp and fire ant

distant relations

double suicide

flashforward

for bird

graham greene the so called indian not indian actor

hole in the sky

liquid gas and solid tears and other oxymorons

look for those who can't look any more

mr. schwartz

one tenna

plastic ghosts outlive

spore spoor s poor pours

tatanka

that's enough now

that's how the madness of the world tries to colonize you: from the outside in, forcing you to live in its reality. (area x)

the extinct ones live in what remains.

thread waxing

towers become tunnels, reprise.

tunnels

would you like me to come look with you? would you like me to follow by myself?