"A light orchestration for the right to pleasure."
"When the establishing shot is a memory,
derangement asks for a companion.
Waiting all day with the camera already set up,
the self poured from fat to cold.
I put my gloves into the hands every time,
brushing and sweeping up pieces of a photograph,
of something I don't know.
When the condition isn't named, it's missing everywhere.
Brushing up pieces of thought, a thought
sits poorly in its chair.
Thought is the poor relation to consciousness.
One third the speed.
If we're light, is it light moving across the frame?"