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Sunday, June 11, 2006
check out, although somewhat slightly large, http://www.asondheim.org/oceans.mp4 and http://www.asondheim.org/colour.mp4 quite very small. depression tends towards decathecting; the flattening of the world among other things is neurosis, neuraesthenia, proper-proprietary being, sense of the senseless, literal de/arrangement. one can hardly believe one's eyes. one can hardly believe in fact the disarray of this country which is no longer foundation for freedom, but pathology, ideological terror. so that the apparent depth, history, transforms into dilapidated historiography, fear of reprisal, the cower. the flattening in these instances above touches what's left of the sublime; our waste is our own, our debris local.
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