“The eyes are
windows.” This changes, among other things, the way we understand
houses. The form invites you to
fill it in: scrap of conversation, memory, aphorism. An Internal
Recollection Service for the soul. It depends where on google earth
you stop, whether in space or at street view, where a
neighbor walks his Golden Retriever. The book about HM is mostly about the doctor who erased his memories. It has no footnotes. The house without a basement
shuts out the colonizing ants, those who eat the family dog when he
strays, or a scientist when he asks too many questions. They enter
through the mouth, the anus, and the ear; theirs is a fantastic
voyage through caves and tunnels and liver. After a 6.2 earthquake, only the clock tower in the
Italian village stands. Before the quake it read 10:20, afterwards, 1:40.
--25
August 2016
[Zwicky,
#77]
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