"She is the kind of child who feels a protective tenderness towards her own beginnings. It is part of her strategy in a world of displacements to make every effort to restore and preserve - keep things together for their value as remembering objects - a way of fastening herself to life."
Don deLillo - White Noise.
Blue and yellow - horizon to horizon - undulating wheat - man on the moon - a place to be lost - to loose oneself - 1969.
Loss of belonging - of physical continuity - both location, and proximity of physical objects. How much do physical objects mean - how much do they make us: proof of our history - our past. Out of body confirmation of our existence. Otherwise, we are only in our mind. No clues on offer. Nothing to contradict. Can the objects lie?
Do I need a catalyst? And others... do they? And love?
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