Heaven's Gate, 2014

All. Immergence, duration and its Imperial soporific end. Encompassing supplication, collective autism, neurosis and finally perhaps, our very own future past Treacle Lake. But sadly glad-hand is broken.

So?

The last drawing

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An infantile order

Defined by its own potential erasure, as a condition of all distinction, gesture, inscription etc. A discipline of Merkbildung [line formation] “The selfsame fixing of the permanent and always constant in itself”. As every drawing you’ve ever seen is just a drawing. This is drawing, from beginning to end, Pilgrim. Or a kind of tortured, messianic Zilch. Claiming… the infinite field, the scriptorium, the horizon, Where No One Has Gone Before

Bringing DEATH, DEATH, DEATH, or whatever means necessary to service its breathless anorexia. Hope? Without the aid of the Tally Man: something like the mad kooky dance of the zigzag. Simply bad grammar. Both gurgled and cooed.