Raw Manifold

… let’s move on to dreams, phosphenes and the armatures and substructures that make up those worlds. Even in the most extreme and intense dreams one may see below the action unspooling in said dream narrative and peak at the structures moving the characters and things about in a dream. If one sneezes hard and freezes their vision—or better yet, rubs their closed eyes hard for five seconds—revealed to them for a few short moments will be the armatures, or puppet master’s strings if you will, that move things about in one’s dreams. They are always present, but in the waking state have nothing affixed to their ends—nothing to clasp on to, and you don’t see them. But blow out your consciousness and they will be forever present—waiting for the characters to mount, the scenery to take its places, the director to yell “action”…

“Dog autumn attacks.
Syphilis autumn.
And death visits
one of twilight’s paralyzed legs.”

—Seungja Choi / “Dog Autumn”