The project has seen a lot of permutations and patches over the years. It's been taken down and put back up, move to this domain and that. Fractures and seams abound. Loose threads are its underlying logic. This is an inevitable consequence of my commitment to being committed not to the object made but to the making itself. You have to be willing to give up everything.
Limping, staggering, dissembling, prevaricating. Swearing at and swearing off, cherishing and debasing . . .
One writes. And writes. And writes.
I am prone to drama, especially religious drama in a Christian vein. I often wish it were otherwise. But we tend the garden we're given, and the harvest is what the harvest is. I try to be a bit more responsible with my spiritual posturing here.
Thank you for reading.