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"Like the Don Quixote of Pierre Menard by Borges; it’s exactly the same thing but it’s better because it’s right now. It was written with a history of now…” The now distance between becomes the very thing that is felt, rising again in the current political decline. Time passes, causing eventual significance to rise and fall in it, events that become distant are felt against against the glaring alarm of today's violence, and the space between, the erosion and swelling of meaning, of emotion, like lungs breathing, like a tide going in and out over Aunt Jo's Kitchen 1965, like candy refilling and taken.
See too: On Kawara at the Guggenheim, Alejandro Cesarco at Midway Contemporary Art
