Wed, Mar 11, 2009 at 4:24 AM
sent by Chiara Giovando
Reality is produced and echoed in our interaction with one another.
The reality of Los Angeles; psychic waves of ambition and hard bodies, bounces back from the reflective surfaces of metallic wrap-around sunglasses and rear veiw mirrors at high speed. The reality of my love shines from my eyes to those eyes and back again, making feed back loops of confirmation.
So then, what happens in the open spaces? What are the reflective surfaces of Wyoming? Big brown cow eyes? Land and land and more land? Open space and sky? What kind of reality do these things reflect?
Some slightly coherent thoughts from late at night... early in the morning