PERSONAL

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Sept 8

not too indexical, preliminary materials for a text on Nasreen Mohamedi consider writing prompts for thoughts on NM (fig 1.) but what is the form? Diary? if I hadn’t been in this space between before I met you and all the hedged items returned to a question now I have to collect all the things you haven’t or aren’t to me yet

Nov 3

I have been thinking about The Body and how I want to be rid of it.

The Absent Center Not Home I’ll spray paper with blood so I can try to find it so I can discover how it was never there rather an Idea caught discovering itself within the empty canvass of Existence

Sometime in 2013

(excerpt from “Historical Contingency at The Gay Bar�)

Inequivalence in present vernacular belies the foundation of the present sexual planted firmly in the fear of an essence that now, no less elusive, prescribes an identity integrated in the space of absence: compounded marginalities organized in an emptied presence, the alienated self.

P6 | Oct 20

I dream in centrifuge wherein some magnanimous-disposed to retreat churns in a boundless space a phase-effect to compel from the eclipse of night some spirit, abandoned, lost in the forms of sentience disintegrating before the waking VOID shadowland in the light of the woken

Nov 3

I have been thinking about The Body and how I want to be rid of it.

The Absent Center Not Home I’ll spray paper with blood so I can try to find it so I can discover how it was never there rather an Idea caught discovering itself within the empty canvass of Existence

Nov 15

Where we are not a letter to a friend drafted twice and forgotten I will imagine you finding it one evening in your mailbox you sigh at something lost.

Nov 23

Notes on living without a mirror for several months in 2012: The year I broke my foot, I was such a beautiful mess.

The mirror, lifted from somewhere by my first love, shattered when if fell off my dresser. I just left it back there.

I got ready every following day in darkness, I avoided my reflection in the bathroom.

I hadn’t cut my hair in months and I didn’t shower enough.

I would slick my hair back with water and let it unfurl on the way to class, in the winter it would freeze and I would crack the ice in class.

It was a perfect mirror.