(Being one in a series of animatics / animations in anticipation of [out of nothing] #7, “time ⊕ (nothing ⇒ but)”; forthcoming, Fall / Winter 2013.) It is coming. This longest unholy expanse where what’s contrived, the very weave of the very, alters into a terrestrial soil and nothing occurs to notice or to taste; […]
- Today, and only today, in eternal recurrence, I am waiting again for the feeling of death. - And tomorrow? - And tomorrow will be today, but for now it is still tomorrow. - Are we waiting for tomorrow? - We are just waiting.