An emotion is suggested and demolished in one glance by certain words.
Visiting a museum is a matter of going from void to void.
The museums and parks are graveyards above the ground- congealed memories of the past that act as a pretext for reality.
Artists themselves are not confined, but their output is.
Photographs are the results of a diminution of solar energy, and the camera is an entropic machine for recording gradual loss of light.
One's mind and the earth are in a constant state of erosion, mental rivers wear away abstract banks, brain waves undermine cliffs of thought, ideas decompose into stones of unknowing, and conceptual crystallizations break apart into deposits of gritty reason.