Pictures stick and journeys
follow.
Images hold in them a truth which
truth itself is far too ashamed to
relay.
What images? Cultural ones,
social ones, "what is it your friends
REALLY think?"
Images are embodied by a local
and national truth. The national message:
what we are sold, the point of view in plain view,
general public. The local observation: like
the first breath of a student hitting the cold atmosphere
on a winter day (a dispersion follows, the bitterness
of the cold is felt, tactile).
Pictures stick at a mile a minute and journeys
follow.
How far will we take this void?
What darkness shelters our pictures?
Who owns the flashlight?
Where will this journey take us?
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