a gauzy moment

Monk’s Murk

There’s a gauzy moment when the sky seems out of focus—as if viewed through a vaseline-fingered lens at the back of a super 8mm camera gate. That moment. That temporarily muted coruscation. That tenebrous fraction of a second. I’m there now.

What I’m Reading:

“It is terrifying for me to consider, now, how television, a kind of cultural nerve gas, has compromised the world’s six thousand epistemologies, collapsing them into ‘what we all know’ and ‘what we all believe.’”

— Barry Lopez / Embrace Fearlessly the Burning World

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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