Friday, January 20, 2023

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It was a wave all along.

It was a wave all along. It was repeated, your breaking, the you in the otherwise of the morning in the thick of the overgrowth. Form disappears in a video of a small piece of glass shattering into powder.

It was a wave all along. It was repeated, your breaking. And then somebody holds your wild you and sends you a postcard in the shape of a text message, a picture of the page of a book.

It was a wave, the glass breaking into all those tiny shards and the cup of your holding. A book is a picture in the form of a postcard. Read receipts exist for the purpose of cataloguing attention or the trace of it. Before the glass is broken, it is heated, and a drop of molten glass falls into cold water, causing it to harden with an immense amount of potential energy. They call the ability to shatter an immense amount of potential energy. They call the shattering.

It was a wave all along, the repetition of the tide is a way of watching the morning. I watched the glass break. It is in the breaking that the form articulates itself all at once and disappears. They call that disappearance a powder.

It was a wave, a text message. Your wildness made to be broken as a picture.

It was a wave all along, the glass broke and in its shattering into powder its function was realized. It was made to be broken. The form of the glass is such that it holds an immense amount of potential energy, so when you send a text message you might see a trace of it. A postcard is a picture of the page of a book.

It was a wave all along, the patterned breaking of the video of the tide. I repeated the pixelation. Form is a way of holding what they call an immense amount of potential energy. They call breaking into disappearance, articulated as form. And then somebody holds your pixelated you in the shape of a text message. Read receipts exist for the purpose of cataloguing attention.

It was a wave just the waves. The book disappears into a video and somebody holds a text message out to you, repeating the tide. The repetition of the morning is something other than form. They call what’s left over a powder. Before the glass is broken, it is heated, and a drop of molten glass falls into cold water, causing it to harden with an immense amount of potential energy. Send somebody a postcard in the shape of the page of a book. Text messages exist to catalogue attention in the form of energy.

It was never a wave. The tide articulates form as that which is broken. A postcard is a video of a book in the shape of a text message. They call that disappearance an immense amount of potential energy.


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It was a wave all along. It was a wave all along. It was repeated, your breaking, the you in the otherwise of the morning in the thick of th...