Tuesday, March 16, 2010


Hacking our way through the forests like some great conquistador we stumble upon instruction manuals left by those we have long since decided are of no real importance. In our understandings of momentum, things can only speed up, things never just go away. As if ne'er was there a problem with electrical impulses and the loss of information. Trapped in an old home with familiar walls, a kindred spirit has lost her dishes, all over again. Flat, lumpy planes and ever expanding spheres cloud our judgment as we try to observe through mathematical equation what is perfectly visible with the naked eye.

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