‘Round Again
-thirty-three cycles, thirty-three rotations, thirty-three ellipses, thirty-three complete lunar years, thirty-three moments of pause to contemplate the y and here… If each year tells a story, what should it be? The continuing of some dreamy unaccomplished trajectory. A script meandering to the tangents which never meet, plunging the protagonist into some existential angst, much like the monolithic obstacles which lead to a moratorium on action, seeking, searching and footfalls of progress, leaving only footprints of regress. Eleven times the magic of three, but it gets lost in multiples. Translations and transmutations of understanding and disillusion. Eleven times the number of […]