"If I could do it, I’d do no writing at all here. It would be photographs; the rest would be fragments of cloth, bits of cotton, lumps of earth, records of speech, pieces of wood and iron, phials of odors, plates of food and excrement… a piece of the body torn out by the roots might be more to the point."
-James Agee
14.8.08
Memory play
Funny how surrealism screws with the brain. It taps into the parts we never exercise.
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