Travelling into the future is an inverse archaeology of entropy. There is some possible future, a singular branch of most probable outcomes in an undiscovered and unknowable configuration of ourselves towards which we all travel. A small consolation lies in being clever enough to decode this inexorable material process and abstract logical labyrinth of decay…
Time, like liquid logic flows…
Time...
Death
Death. Life. Mortality. Absence. Emptiness.
Convenient Fictions of Non-being
None of us actually exist, at least not in the ways we generally believe that we do.
Aperture, Pattern and Emptiness
Consider this unravelling vessel, this body...
Unutterable
There's nothing much particularly positive to say about this (image) beyond it being a specific instance and presence of a visually pleasing memorial aesthetic; perhaps, in passing reflection that death represents to our living experience a rupture and unanswerable question or otherwise unfinishable aphorism of self-expression. We can only understand or illustrate death and non-existence…
