Are all of your new year’s resolutions equally ambitious, or is there a large gap between your biggest ever and your smallest ever?
I used to use darkrooms for photography, and one thing I got from that was knowing the length of thirty seconds. When are you the most aware of time slipping by?
What is the best sound something that breaks makes?
There is always another way out. Your same imagination that has you in its trap can have you anywhere else. Have you ever known someone who came to the brink, believed in the trap, then found a way free?
Have you ever wondered if someone was really listening? Or why they pretended to listen in the first place? Or why you do?
Have you ever gotten almost to the point of just telling someone how you feel, and then backed off? Have you left many almost-confessions behind you?
If they ever do figure out once and for all what makes us exist and experience that existence uniquely, and if we read that explanation and nod and shrug and it makes total sense and we can even grasp it intuitively, it’s still going to be mind-blowing when that mysterious sensation of it chases everything [...]
The text for this installment is taken from a poem in a series I am writing about (or from) pets. What do you think about the relationship between creation and death? Does an awareness of death drive artists to create more urgent, more honest work?
