A real ladies road, binding you, those people just look at that beautiful street, I can count 1,2,3,4
lights and 1,2, 3 further away down the road, great, just great.
Such a beautiful street…………….
Time slips, or slipped melts and someplace over there.... or other, the past future now……………………..not that nostalgic future, the future some place past………………………...now
I hear bells, rhyme, rhythm, and a song in my head.
Also there where constant sounds that you only really hear inside or at least can recognize from the inside.
Her ears heard it and his ears wanted to hear it.
"Perhaps once the glory of every people arises from its pictures", how can you be able to picture this? Here? Right now? To think about making something with an image that is permanent not transitory or ephemeral? I sit and organise pictures, I love images, I even agonise over images, and I try to pay absolute attention to the world....Its serious…….I try not to be cynical however this doesn't preclude being funny……walking and looking are we trying to create through acts of imagination, images that feel inevitable, vivid forms, a new world, a world that is unique, individual and responds to the world, the world I share with you and other people…….know and yet miss-known by still
more people who are confined in their worlds, cultures, histories and societies…is knowledge at its greatest an imperfection, like all knowledge.
Perhaps I feel images that evoke a common humanity even if it is remote from our own. Stimulates imagination, envelopes it, complicates even confuses us, however it improves or develops the capacity for thinking.
Like falling in love, why this one, forgetting the start and end but knowing makes something go where it is not.
Is it possible with this story we can tell many stories, a necessity in it?