I can hardly remember him.
Back then, he was a spectator of his own life. Always at a distance; seeing things from behind doorways slightly ajar or in-between fleeting faces that filled the spaces around him.
He was detached. Most of the people he knew could not seem to make their impressions stick. In a haze of dissociation, when solitude made itself available, he seized the moment.
But he found himself consistently returning to those drifting souls he once knew.…
Tennis Balls: A Symbolic Thesis
“And then also, again, still, what are those boundaries, if they’re not baselines, that contain and direct its infinite expansion inward, that make tennis like chess on the run . . . the true opponent, the enfolding boundary, is the player himself.” -David Foster Wallace
Landscape Suicide begins with a sequence repeatedly showing a woman serving tennis balls. At first glance, it may appear as though what we are witnessing is the same shot played…
Hanging upside down, visualizing ping pong balls and waterfalls. Reminiscent of waking up from a dream—those last seconds before you open your eyes established through succinct cinematic lyricism.
I wish this was longer.
It bleeds; like a scar that never fully healed on the body of a man seeking shelter from his own personal rainstorm, the memories, transuding as droplets in a river flowing gently into murky immediacy. Sunless, enduring nostalgia; souls as both contemporaneous and anamnestic artifacts.
Epochal coalescence.
Searches that seep—internal, external—create a malleability of time and tense. Traversing about the geographic composition of the spirit whilst juncture bends itself to shape perception of an excursion along the currents of the…
For a moment in time, it seemed like a logical decision. To escape. In accordance with the id, he made that impetuous decision to shed his old skin that had seen so many days chasing a truth that he began to be believe unattainable in his present state.
His body resembled that of an overripe apple from the parching rays of the desert sun; the kind of bright vermillion tinge that could only be called a tinge because that was the…
