Saturday, June 22, 2019

Art as a form that sediments time, a ward against death, ostensibly. A prayer formed to object set to river. "Your second (final) death when someone recalls your name for the last time." Etc. This is the background noise latent art. Ships move apart in the night. Art's "eternality" like a consolation prize, life's souvenir. How one marks their time, marks life, against it ticked away. Feeling sentimental. Blame it on the press release. You, on average, get around 26,0967 days.