I flatten and [click] frame the world
to lose [click] consciousness, I forsake
my soul [click] to surface and texture,
there is no content [click] in my
mind or my work or my medium,
there is no [click] meaning in
the world for that matter, I am
no Vermeer, no Avedon, [click] no
I am no impressionist, I
don't [click] care about any
of it, I just shoot pictures, I [click]
steal images, peel the world's [click]
slick light and [click] obscure shadows
through parallax processes and
[click] lenses, glass eyes and
I think through latent processes,
chemical and [click] electromagnetic
radiation, the stuff that
penetrates everything we know,
[click] all that business about
the soul?, there's nothing but [click]
pixels, numerically translated
[click] 0's and 1's, I am what
we fear [click] the most, a
mathematician, someone whose
work counts on what what never adds up,
[click] the deep numbers in the heart of
[click] everything since the first big
division, the [click] split of light
searing the photosensitive
fabric of the [click] cosmos.
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