Is an inversion just another version?
It’s not that we can’t be without it, but that we wouldn’t know whether or not we were we without it. We don’t depend on it or need it.
Are there any flames in this fire?
But when we look into the deep darkness of a well and feel the ourself pulled forward or watch a dog’s eyelids fluttering closed or sit at the table, or our stomach jumps in the pleasure of waiting --
What are we doing when we see patterns in the pixels?
It is the impossible connection and it is the last train, the final red eye.