Time, That Most Abstract Of Humanity's Homes.

One Has The Impression That Something Is Stirring Inside [photographs] - It Is As If One Can Hear Little Cries Of Despair, Gémissements De Désespoir... As If The Photographs Themselves Had A Memory And Were Remembering Us And How We, The Surviving, And Those Who Preceded Us, Once Were.

A Tight Structural Form Opens Possibilities. Take A Pattern, An Established Model Or Sub-genre, And Write To It. In Writing, Limitation Gives Freedom

Like Our Bodies And Like Our Desires, The Machines We Have Devised Are Possessed Of A Heart Which Is Slowly Reduced To Embers.

We Learn From History As Much As A Rabbit Learns From An Experiment That's Performed Upon It.

Time, That Most Abstract Of Humanity's Homes.