Lenses drift through, aligning and focusing lines. In a forest of laser beams, remnants succumb to mass. A wrought wing cuts imperfect circles into the sand while the alongside are shrouded in their gift.
Suspended in a process of endless deferral, the witnesses ﬁnd us.Things to seek it, to ﬁgure it, to experience it; as a process of distension, extension and imaging. A moment which comes only after it has passed by/through. Bounded in an utterance, propped up by traces, never so near. Over/back there/nowhere/then. An apparatus in crisis, at risk of falling away.
Built from fragments and mediations of experience, place is axial. A perpetual vector. Things as disparate witnesses, brought together to combine futility with possibility. How to construct the last breath of a slipped edge.