February 22, 2014

I see a bit of lint

Carving at this point is delicious.  There's no scary dark road you may or may not want to go down.  It's all refinement, all good.  I offer no picture because it's also slow.  
I've been harping on time.  At a certain point, it becomes obvious that it's both all and nothing. That's nonsense, but it doesn't bother me. It's non-being (absence of time?) that perplexes me.  This piece is meant to dodge the question.