Exhibit E / Burdensome Keychain
It has occurred to me that we all carry some form of keychain around with us on a day to day basis. The object itself takes on different forms, having to do with need, want, and what happened to be our last fob gift. The object itself notwithstanding, the emotional and physiological weight of the keychain is often heavy duty. This is what I need to carry in my pocket: a charm of subtle nagging, and the simple, yet unforgettable people met along the way.
Saying very little, as they were practiced in the art of omission.
Paying in cryptomnesia arrears.
Is there room for another life in here somewhere? Where do those numbers come from? Why can’t X be just X. Why does it have to be something else? Not going to the garden party is not good.To be a good Mathematician you have to really want to find the correct answer. I just never cared that much. I'm okay with not knowing, I'm okay with unshaped-ness of bits, I'm okay with open wounds for spirits to come and go. You okay?