I talk to you in my head, 2011
Mechanical tweaking forces order amongst my chattering thoughts. The structure and sequences required for successful operation cut through the white noise. Confining light and space and words to the restriction of the ground glass reduces the limitless and ungraspable to merely shape and shadow. Sequencing my actions forces mimicry in my thoughts.
Once you are reduced to two-dimensional monotone shades I can claim you, control you, forget you.
I talked to you in my head and it never failed to bring forth prickles of salt water. When the words escaped you were not there to hear them, but the cool curved glass was and it caught them and trapped them into frames of grain. Hush. You are quiet now.
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