I sat and stared. I tried to write about topics that interest me; I tried to write about ritual. I tried to ritualize the posting.
But I'm stuck in emotions that refuse to come out as words just yet. They're so fresh and burbling that they drown the words. Wisps of vowel, flakes of consonant are the only snatches of language I can presently catch.
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Enfeebled. But at least I can see that I'm still connected. At least I can see there's still a bridge. I'll cross it when I'm ready.
Bridge
2013
copper plate photogravure & collage
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