They operate by coding upon the earth. Work continues into the evening. To walk through topics, hills imported from Ireland where contours are utopian and houseboats wash up, pleated, near the mindless danger of kites, manned past legs on plush floors. Voices amplified in empty space, dammed by groveling. This vast basting Continues along water ledges and in the streets.
Water roars below a slate path.
Gorges carve two clefts through town. Surveillance from bridges and paths is always incomplete. From this perch we see the sweeping ramps of the mineral Kingdom, breaks in decorum like trucks or metronome laughs, the minutes sopped in telling graters. Slipping at jets, you refasten, brush a shoulder to carve space. Where, in the slide show, the eye receive s a blow, and sparks seem to spread from it.