Category: karkinikê

-In the whimper of the world’s turning, comes the tiny question…does it matter…as everything fades by evening’s light, how much of a trace of our moments will be left. That ethereal breath returns, all moments feel lit by a halogen and the rich color of life dissipates into the pallid palette of sleeping without dreaming, ever. If for a moment it could be believed these moments haven’t already existed a million times. As if, in the most naive of mind sets, one could believe that there was uniqueness left in the trajectory of this globe. Over a billion faces. All […]

– Objects in mirror may be further than they appear. There’s this mirror, permanently installed. It sits behind the swirls of dust which float around. All those little pieces from each shattered moment he wishes he could have saved, but simply managed to scoop up a handful of what now has become dust. Initially, the dust wasn’t dust. It still held a bit of sparkle, a bit of shine, a little bit of the magic of the moment, right before the shattering point. Now, it’s dust, but sometimes as it swirls in the small dark space, and when there’s a […]

-Paper mache and the sky is falling. Large wet globs of the once hardened substance. It’s what’s killing the polar bears. Contrary to the theory of the melting ice caps and their drowning, it’s these vertiginous globs, falling from the heights of the ozone, crashing on their heads. Nothing can swim while unconscious, least not polar bears. This is also what’s responsible for the incremental rise of ocean tides, as well as the slowing of the Gulf Stream and the desalting of the sea. It’s a matter of the underlying design of everything, the core of the rock on which […]