Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Duplicate messages lead to the belief in the obvious disfigurement of once established relationships. Conversations set on loop, repeat at fantastic speeds unbeknownst to the aggravator. Victims of recycled trauma are found on both sides of the fence as age and rot deny balancing acts necessary for progression into uncharted domains. Blasphemous utterances receive queer looks from the crowds as shadows slip behind the curtain threatening to change the backdrop. Natural evolutions bring new situations without the banality of recurring nightmares. Like a boulder pushed off a cliff, it sinks slowly into the depths of the ocean.