The image that spits, the eye that accumulates (EXcerpt from text 2017)

And I would come back to this place and click click until I had a pile of memories which did no longer remain discrete and melded into one

image of the functional tower and it’s two little sidekicks, so that when I recall the body of photographs, I recall not just the discrete elements

on swatches for my inspection, but delectable morsels of still skins which contain any number of movements burned within me. A burning

wash of memories which do not confine themselves to their bodies.

I recall you

and you

and you

and you

and you

and you

and you

and us.

I could bring anything to mind. I was careless with you, my collaborator. And I can’t help but think that you partook in some extraneous mission

to mine and took as freely and without asking permission, as I had with you.