Hue of Residue
This is a new art / new ideas
Mark making implement . . .
And this is another—the same
And this one appears silver but it’s the same—
Just a different shade.
This is the last implement of the four.
Why do words always intrude?
What I’m reading:
“When you reside in a city which isn’t the city of your childhood, whatever you perceive lacks the resonance of memory.”
— Kathy Acker / Empire of the Senseless