Last May’s light, rephotoshopped
flower
She lives in her material
“Think
of our life in nature,—daily to be shown matter, to come in contact with it,—rocks, trees, wind on our cheeks! the solid earth! the actual world! the common sense! Contact! Contact! Who are we? where are we?”
(Thoreau, “Ktaadn”)
At the horn signal, change
Matrix
A theory of process
Suddenly to realize
