| This is all part of the waking dream. When I feel that the sun is brighter or the darkness closer it's more real a born with memory maybe something will be said later by a voice on the wind. I wake up now and then dreaming of being awake and then my breath becomes real and the touch of my hand to the air and my eyes looking for light. All this in a natural world that doesn't feel right all the times where things don't fit between living and lives. These are the traces of my hands across machines memories and actions made up again with you in mind.
-B.A.S. Location in context the next project: JOSHUA TREE:01_18_03 |
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