A while ago I said I was going to revive the whimsical and the dark work I used to do. Uh - so much of that! China does not come it black.
I would like to suspend these airplanes like migrating cranes. It is in development. Memories, identities that migrate with us. Memories that loose the verbal expression and become visual ghosts of themselves, that wear into nothingness with time.
"Language disguises thought". (TLP, 4.002)
