Landscape November 29, 2014 3:27:52 PM – 3:29:08 PM

The jars stood in a shining line between a flight of steps and the house shadows under the roofs. The water and everything that grows so strangely out of the blue. I wrote nothing down in that period. Resisted, but wrote: nothing. A line threatened to intervene in my thoughts, to seduce my thoughts, terrify my thoughts. And yet, was it the big systems I feared?

Nothing is deeper than the skin?